LIFE'S A TRAVEL AND MEMORIES, THE PROOF!

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

SHE CAME, SHE WENT, APRIL-2014

































Few of the most beautiful moments in life are caused by not those who had lived the longest with us, by not those who are the dearest to us, by not those who are the most loved by us, by not the most expensive gift, by not the most obsessed possession, by not the most timely occurrence, but; they would have disturbed our lives, touched our moments, graced our dreams and flown past us like a detached feather rendering our thoughts into an agitated nostalgia. Like that; she came, she went; writing on the pages my life few of the most beautiful visuals…

Sunday, March 16, 2014

PATHWAYS, MAR-2014



























The paths for bliss are numerous in this enormous world; its upto your urge to search, find and walk through them for a life time of tender memories. Irrespective of whether you walk alone or holding a pair of beautiful hands, these pathways will disturb your dreams for a lifetime. These are pathways that led me from pain to pleasure, frustration to freedom, emotive to ecstasy, senseless to seductive, insane to incredible and in doing so; transformed me from the earthly life to a heavenly one. My presence was momentary, but their visuals are nailed in my dreams for ever to give me a lifetime of relaxation in the form of their thoughts when I feel let down. When I walked through each of these paths I was in entirely different states of mind, from being let go alone to being immersed in the pains of my past, but; when I collect them all and consolidate as a collection there is one feeling that prevails – an imaginative, distant call that sends me into deep sleep, these are pathways to abode of god indeed. Search you pathways, you may not be on the right one even when you have all that you believed you were capable of…Life doesn't end in death, if it does there isn’t a history.

K.D, CIRCA 2014