i tell my switch side
keep busy so you spiral
upwards and not down
headreel in love of my work
dis-joints me from all
tapasya? dunno man
love surge for work realising it's purpose
looking up i see a bird...
peering from the corner of its eye- wondering,
what's this guy upto
what i'm upto, is the headspin
for the love of warm sunshine
in receding winters
euphoria shrouds the reality check
water unwashes
random thoughts that cling onto hair
like a child holding onto a dear granny
you and i are- one!
but when you smile
everything around appears pointless
I couldnt tell you ever how i feel
i wouldnt
or it would ruin the secret love for you
nursing the secret makes me miserable
i love that misery
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Another Saturday morning found me giving art classes in Saksham- an NGO school for underprivileged children of a huge labor class population... -
So we are in this pseudo-socio world where we live with our own reflections more than anything else. While we are too engrossed with ourselv...
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Our animation academy had organised a trip to Manali which is not something I was going to turn down unless I were to be bribed with a Royal...
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