some where in the himalyas, unaware of the turmoil the country was going through, it was a village where time had lost its meaning. it was one of those days when the men would engage in a revelry of the the local brew and dance, intoxicated, in a riotous orgy of the festive aroma and the the thumping enormity of the gigantic drums , beats that would reverberate in the mountains.

the air carried the festivity to that isolated lush that lay hidden in the very heart of the barren, rough and solid rock they had responded the the music in a rythmn their bodies had never known to exist. the cosmos seemed small and they felt as if the cords of the universe were in unison with the symphony that resounded in the air, under the stars , their innocence basked in the primal lust of uninhibited love.

the soul of the forest smelled the ait that carried whiff of their deed, sinful though, it rushed to the lake and whispered . ripples shook the bottom of the icy interior, disturbing the skeletons of veer and vikrant , entwined in an eternal embrace, the curse it had whispered can now be broken

random musings

here iam in delhi, sulking hottt , may be not like the men in this city, but at least , delhi couldnt tarnish my sense of who iam,though its a constant struggle everyday , to not get involved into one of those expiry-date relationships, and yet keep on searching for one!!!!
yes the fish is in plenty,myriad colours and enticing hues, yet delhi is not what i had hoped it would turn out to be....i guess for once it failed to charm and awe a small towner, though that doesnt etches my name into its gloriously infamous past!!!!!
to live and breathe, if thats what constitutes life i am living, but the oblivion that seems to have descended upon my so far well preserved hedonism has been finally able to scratch its its surface...its hard to admit , but yes, i guess, i am turning into the jaded queen ( not very literally) that i had always loathed!!!!
pessimism is so liberating at times, that it sets in a very pseudo rewarding masochist pleasure of inflicting injury and then not allowing it to heal...but the price of this eroding pleasure is steep, it takes away inner subjective space, leaving senescent and brooding guilt...
i guess!! in a way i'm lucky that i'v realised this in time, but the difficult path lays ahed!!!
with old friendships and promises almost withering its gonna be one hell of a job!!! but if utopian manifestation of the higher being that i am so adamant to find in this universe, it will put me through tests , and only when i survive those, endure the wrath of heavens will i be able to find him...paulo coleho effect!!!!!
so i guess i'm still surviving not very happy, but very gay...