She is adorable

She is unique

She has her own reverberations to different things

She burns from inside, but keeps calm expression outside

She respects you, she loves you

She has a child inside, but she is not childish to everyone

Whenever she is condemned or questioned, she has her explainations

Her eyes speak when her mouth is shut

She loves to stay alone in her own peaceful world

She does not needs you, you need her

When she listen to negative voices, she wish for temporary deafness

She wish to listen to golden words

She likes to speak golden

She likes the golden environment to work

But she does not wish for the gold.

As an amateur photographer he started taking random clicks. The clicks which gasp his attention are captured not only in his digicam but also in his miniscule inquisitive eyes. Those eyes were always wandering for the natural motely moments.

A day early morning he was walking across the green orchards of oranges. His eyes were delving every tree, branch, leave and even sun ray coming from the cavity formed between the heights of trees. The trees were laden with the orangy ornaments. Suddenly puffy smoky clouds started gathering over the yard. The lighting crackled and his ears were rumbled by the thunder. Leaves started rustling in the wind, the hail snapped fragile branches off the trees. He started running as fast as he could. In haste he caught his foot in between the logs and fell hard on ground while holding camera with tight grip. He gathered the strength to get up and made his way to home.

He was shivering as he comforted himself with the hot cup of coffee, his eyes again stuck on camera. He hold it and and press the play button. The snap was jaw-dropping. The image captured the nighty sky on the ground. The half watery snow was shining over the grass, it was sparkling oranges with its melting shine. And yes more can be seen when the wind called the snow to sing in unison over the greenish orangish bed while falling from the sky.

The sound forms the very basis of our origin. It is the depiction of everything whether that is emotion, energy, object, infact a new born starts its life with a loud big cry which comes out automatically or for a bump given by a doctor. As a child grows up it listen to the various sounds and its name which is repeated many times causes reverberations that drags its attention towards the source.

Let me ask you a simple question. Does time makes sound? Most of us wake up on the alarm’s tone, then our responsibilities starts echoing inside us, we have to do this – that and then we start dancing on its tone as the clock ticks further. As we walk we hear the thudder of our footsteps, as we drive we hear the whirling of the wheels in synchrony with air as the two zoom inside our ears . The music affects us so deepily that it reaches our subconscious and we start moving head, hands, foot and whole body on its beat.

This is very clear that sound is the rhythm of our lives. Condition of resonance is a remarkable phenomenon which brings the sound from unmanifested to manifested state. Reverberation and tuning make the impossible possible. We are more tuned towards harmonic sounds which are synchronous towards our reverberations and capable of transforming us to our manifested state.

We have always been inquisitive about seeing the things from different angles, the 90 degree angle which gives wider approach to our eye, forms the basis of dimension. Movies come in 4D, 5D, 6D and so on to give amazing experience to viewers all with the intent to break the limit of virtual and real world.

The nD space is a mathematical extension of (n-1)D space. Like the simplest possible 4D object is tesseract (a 4D cube) where in inner cube dimension is brought outside the outer cube and vice versa to give the 4D effect to eye.

In movies, 4D cinema involves movement of seat you are sitting on along with 3D movie. In short we are using various sensory objects to enhance our experience and naming that dimension as a further add on to previous one. But the reality of dimension is a way different we have to imagine a hypothetical situation in which we develop n number of eyes to see things beyond 3D.

If I think of a thing which is beyond dimension is space. As I look above in sky I wonder an immeasurable object which illustrates the reality of dimension less object, here the concept of dimension fails. To see the sky we have to look beyond the range of these two eyes as they gives very rudimentary analysis of objects. Like when I talk about tesseract in which inner cube engulf the outer one to give the 4D effect, similarly you have to engulf the space inside you to reach the ecstatic experience of dimension less objects.

Beautiful carvings are always the piece of attraction for picturesque persons. The carvings are left on any building, monument or place or even life, it simply resembles the graphical representation of feelings or gives reminiscence of memories.

How enchanting is one’s personality is responsible for the impression they last long. The impression’s depth is measured by our likes and dislikes. Our likes and dislikes are the effects of our personality. The personality is the part of our memory or the character or role we play while living our life.

In our day to day life we come across some incidences or life changing experiences and unconsciously how we carve their impression in our personality and use them we don’t even know.

How fascinating is the world of memories, we gather data from the world. We place it in our mind, we modify, manipulate or use it as it is as per our likes and dislikes.

When I think all these, I simply ask myself a question i.e. Is there any idea result of our own mindset? We have been acting and using the information gathered from this world right from our infancy and living our lives and dying.

When whole world is fighting with hidden enemy at an unprecedental scale, its hard to say we will live in the world after Corona or the world with Corona. Everyday I wake up with the pop up of upsurge in number of cases and it really makes me worrisome when I see the graph rising exponentially.

Being at home and living with my loved ones helps my living easier but I am relentless from inside. I feel caged, stuck and it feels like I am waiting for something worse to come. Its been 2.5 months of being quarantined. I really miss those long walks, cheerful talks with best buddies and most important my FREEDOM.

The only silver lining in this hard times is that the mother earth is healing. The air is cleaner, sky is bluer and clouds are whiter. It is summer and with the rising temperature I can see different migratory birds coming to the trees near my house. Its now my habit to see these beautiful birds and listen to their melodious tweets and chirps.

I feel close to nature. It is wonderful to end my day watching reddish sun setting by spreading its warming yellowish rays and with a promise to come back next day to embrace mother earth.

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What does moon ask in return of its shine at night?
What does sun ask in return of shine and warmth?
What does trees ask in return of oxygen?
I think we are in debt of many nonliving entities of this universe which makes us live on our mother earth.

Yes mother earth ask us the sense of responsibility. But her love is also unconditional. I wonder the hypothetical world of unconditional love of mankind. What happens when everyone is helping each other without hoping anything in return? To some of you it may sound illogical or humorous but I think if everyone thinks in the same way we can prosper.

The smiling faces those appear by seeing each other should also smile from the bottom of their heart. If your heart is full of fertile seeds waiting to sprout and form blossom of happiness then yes it will make others smile too.

I am so thankful to god for nurturing me with this unconditional love. I see this in the eyes of my parents.

The hearts are tied with gentle thread of love, it is tender and soft. With the passage of time the body perishes but unconditional love grows. It is clam, pure, sanitized feeling where we play our real role from within with true feelings.

Why is there turbulence?
Why is there hidden motive behind every help?
I think this is due to insecurity or selfishness. The temperament of people is unpredictable so how can we trust, relay or believe them. This gave birth to fakeness. People play fake character all the time but how long this fakeness can last. The truth finds its way and that way is also unpredictable.
People are afraid of originality, original faces, reality of life is ignored. They try to live in artificial word and consider it as a medium of escape from reality. Yes living is hard and sustaining is harder but have you ever thought the reason behind it?

We cherish this world from the eyes- a beautiful depiction of our emotions. When we penetrate into someone’s iris we see the world through his eyes.

 Grey eyes reminds me of Nimbostratus. The eyes are congested with water which is about to break through eyes. This enclosed tears can be the essence of congested feelings of hearts which is about to burst, the feelings are not just the hormonal actions but nature’s way to react to our emotional part, this emotional sense is sometimes mediated by thoughts and sometimes flanked by unknown causes.

Blue eyes reminds me of peace, serenity, tranquility. Seeing them is like becoming fish and drenching myself in the fresh aqua. Nothing can be more peaceful then the lap of nature. I feel extreme calm when I stand and sense the whirl of wind across my body, the morning rays that my body engulfs fills me up with the nectar of youthful aroma. The land makes me stop and think yes God exist.

Brown eyes portrays the picture of sand, dessert and hardness. The crust resemble hardness. We find some people like crust. Hard ones are difficult to live with. The tolerance and break through point is different for different people but every hardness can be loosen or melted, the only thing which matters is approach.

Black eyes defines nothing. Nothing is either mystery which is cluttered by darkness or black hole the depth is unknown

I follow my heart or my heart follows me? Every time I think the two voices argue within me.

 The day is bright today walking across the road I was interrupted by the horn. Oops ….now outer voices argue. Do I think or overthink or it’s the call of the time I live in? Well uncertainty is not the new shadow of mine, does not leave me even in darkness or it’s the darkness which surrounds me during day time?

The life is weird we get what we don’t want and what we want sometimes it not even clear. I have stopped complaining or better say feeling. I know I am responsible but I do think the circumstances made me responsible. The only thing I know is keep moving. People say everything is temporary, what I think even though I move I feel stagnant. I don’t know how I survive these years. When I think of yesterday I have wealth, friends, happiness but no mental piece and now I don’t have the three also.

I feel like I have tolerated the choking air, strangled rope around my neck, I have seen the leaving blood from my arteries and veins …I feel life less.

But I do hear a voice which just make me live, make me feel happy, the voice shedder traces of calmness, serenity, divination and gives me hope. Yes the word “hope” is itself so powerful that helps us to outperform our capabilities. I know the nature’s law everything pays back.

Yes there is something good
That good is yet to come….

Every time I watch the sky
The sky filled by
Cirrus, cumulus, asperitas
Yes the light is yet to come

Yes I will fall, I will fail
I will endeavour to start again
The loopholes are to be filled
And the void is yet to be dismissed
Ruthless life is embraced
Yes I love my every breath
I love to see the world my way
My grin cannot be turn into grimace
As I know an occult present is yet to come

The conventional approach is antiquated
The eccentric modus operandi is now my way
I will embrace the zigzag roller coaster ride
As I believe the adventures are part of life
The future is ascertain but that’s not my department
I live in present that’s how I reached contentment

I love my life, I live my life
Every moment is precious
As I will have it only once…….