On friendship…

For the platonic love that we share,               I am all & all with you, simply bare.

Seldom, we miss the tact of argument & meander in palaver,                              Besides that we do saunter in the caucuses of the brain.

The thrill of perception & the conundrum of each other’s cake,                                 There lies the spot-on spring for our souls to take their bait.

The integrity and verity, also the dupery that often comes along,                                For the sanity in our rant, we shall weed the destitution all along.

There is a rhapsody in our meditations that we always harangue,                                    The adventure lies in bashing – the erroneous with but panache.

The sense of belonging goes deeper down the attic,                                                               It lies in the boundless verity of our idea’s interoperability.

In you, I eye the ingenuity of examination & credence,                                                        And my faculties do taking a bashing of its benevolence.

The heart does swell for death taking us near,                                                                 But before that arrests, there is a lot for is to preserve.

In tides we will swim that flow as what they may,                                                                                                         And rains we will deluge – the world will take a sway. 




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I am a renegade and a radical thinker  above all. I have a love for all kinds of aesthetics – Be it the person sitting beside me, a particle of the vast Nature or even a random – tangible thing that is but naturally beautiful. I am a true believer in that – We all must explore, till we find something to do – In which we are nothing less than a virtuoso. Every institution or person who inculcates/ claims/ teaches/ believes that not each one of us can become a savant, is the idea that I despise the most. Just because we may for some reason be tied onto banalities doesn’t mean we have lost what is within us – that lies untapped. Indeed, I have always dreamt of the moment, where the work I do becomes analogous/ synonymous to the best of an art form.

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