Convictions

She exchanged all the pleasantries with me, the entire journey. She was whispering to me the engineering and design of deceptive labyrinth called life, and in it all the civil society living a pipe-dream . Her constant “wooshing” suddenly lulled as the brakes clenched the steel. The horn of the locomotive engine cautioned the arrival of Itarsi. The platform was comparatively less crowded in comparison to the platform of the capital city. Hawkers and vendors shouting tea (my favorite beverage indeed) urged me to slip my hand into my pocket to get my tab, in order to savor its aroma and thus aesthetically please my taste buds. This is another reason why I like window seats.  The only good thing about travelling alone is attention to detail. Never before was I amazed by the intensity of the nightly beauty, the fragrances of trees and mud, the weird sounds of creatures of night, all tranquilized me, made me forget the chafe feelings and soothed my chastised heart. The exacerbating...

Wanted to share this from a long time. Sung by the band named  Poets of the fall Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in Hurry up then Or you'll fall behind and They will take control of you And you need to heal The hurt behind your eyes Fickle words crowding your mind So sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning Try as you might You try to give it up Seems to be holding on fast It's hand in your hand A shadow over your A beggar for soul in your face Still it don't matter If you won't listen If you won't let them follow you You just need to heal Make good all your lies Move on and don't look behind So sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within ...