Contemporary Classics by Rishabh
There and back again...
It seems like this air has something to say, this lonely hint of light basking in room just as if someone is struggling for its existance in non existant world, with a deep sigh, he put that book by anne lammot over his chest and tried again, to find which never was lost.
Does this full moon sea of neural activity which stirr emotions knows any end? May be not, as still trance is death.. somehow this might not be accepted by "neo-shivaliks" a term given by me who often relate diety shiva with some dopist and che guvera with some style statement.
Strange thing is we seek for meaning and end up with..its meaningless. Perhaps it is not the margin which was standard, it is something decided by us.
Still, Love can be helpful in many of the ways, it can behold upto "margins" through which one can even create happiness in self created turmoils.
Can love be marginalised? Oh that is quite a research, may b vague,still one can ponder over the stuff. This might proceed as "Love and letting go". Eventually, in this diversified intellectual world of beautiful faces, no standard definition could be explained, on the counterpart it can be assumed with reference of Letting go..
On the outset, it may sound peculiar that love and letting go cant be stranded, but letting go is one quality which complets Love,
see strange homosepian, now here given was an opinionised statement.
Elliot somehow managed to say, where is the life we have lost in living?
Perhaps marginalising relations, most important; emotions could help. Realising own then living own's life.. not for the or must say according to others can help.
This night is sometimes so quite that one can mozart breath clock and thoughts,
Its not the mortality if body which remains,
but the sound of joy laughter feeling old photograph and with a contempted smile, commute goes on..eventually
There and back again...
It seems like this air has something to say, this lonely hint of light basking in room just as if someone is struggling for its existance in non existant world, with a deep sigh, he put that book by anne lammot over his chest and tried again, to find which never was lost.
Does this full moon sea of neural activity which stirr emotions knows any end? May be not, as still trance is death.. somehow this might not be accepted by "neo-shivaliks" a term given by me who often relate diety shiva with some dopist and che guvera with some style statement.
Strange thing is we seek for meaning and end up with..its meaningless. Perhaps it is not the margin which was standard, it is something decided by us.
Still, Love can be helpful in many of the ways, it can behold upto "margins" through which one can even create happiness in self created turmoils.
Can love be marginalised? Oh that is quite a research, may b vague,still one can ponder over the stuff. This might proceed as "Love and letting go". Eventually, in this diversified intellectual world of beautiful faces, no standard definition could be explained, on the counterpart it can be assumed with reference of Letting go..
On the outset, it may sound peculiar that love and letting go cant be stranded, but letting go is one quality which complets Love,
see strange homosepian, now here given was an opinionised statement.
Elliot somehow managed to say, where is the life we have lost in living?
Perhaps marginalising relations, most important; emotions could help. Realising own then living own's life.. not for the or must say according to others can help.
This night is sometimes so quite that one can mozart breath clock and thoughts,
Its not the mortality if body which remains,
but the sound of joy laughter feeling old photograph and with a contempted smile, commute goes on..eventually
