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Fleeting clarity. (at Mohali, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CS4hN98hvrT/?utm_medium=tumblr

Take a plunge ... Live, maybe for a cosmic microsecond Only to look at all we've created and pass. To fleet everything away for nothing ... In time ... Learn. https://www.instagram.com/p/CN-XJ-vB8gO/?igshid=1oxufhcr86aim

Frailty. https://www.instagram.com/p/CNjeJjcBHjl/?igshid=1rw0pazbwgdrh

A friend. #selfportrait (at Chandigarh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNil7D0hbdp/?igshid=1pl7ne90om55f

#selfportrait

"her stories are that of the crescent moon and the fluttering sun. Floating, we probably are ghosts of our parents' future." https://www.instagram.com/p/CBwNzgvBQhL/?igshid=vge13ddch0la

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A Dream. . Her voice, She speaks in noises, Beautiful enunciation, Of feelings and touches, My eyes hear her, In transitions, Movements when there's dearth of attention, She grows in hibernation and love, When age is a number of wrongs, Sins, I've committed in love, And wrongdoings of affection, We find in us, Clueless, we move as movements of the sea, Please us and every part of We. In our dreams I'll find you ... https://www.instagram.com/p/CBTvyW9lwP3/?igshid=x7gfni4byyuo

A Dream. . Her voice, She speaks in noises, Beautiful enunciation, Of feelings and touches, My eyes hear her, In transitions, Movements when there's dearth of attention, She grows in hibernation and love, When age is a number of wrongs, Sins, I've committed in love, And wrongdoings of affection, We find in us, Clueless, we move as movements of the sea, Please us and every part of We. In our dreams I'll find you ... https://www.instagram.com/p/CBTvMg6l5AA/?igshid=tq02o5lhgml0

Prolong . Upon the land we stood, Will be dust, Upon the ideals we stood, Will be dust. All Beauty we know, Will be dust, Struggle as much as we should, To survive, We'll be dust ... We're all you, you all us, And much more floating about, Million miles away, in times unknow, In times indifferent, never to settle, The momentary rest bestowed upon us, We will enjoy, take for granted, Then go back to all we're destined, To the wind ... https://www.instagram.com/p/B_ox9kQhkW2/?igshid=1qopwec3l6l23

Random Obnoxious Self-portraits. https://www.instagram.com/p/B9T3MruhZ7N/?igshid=r6dygka1tdza

"I've lost all idea of belongingness, wandering in my own mind as a stranger not knowing where I was, what I was meant to be, do, and I'm finally trying losing to myself" https://www.instagram.com/p/B8tmjdyJtZP/?igshid=1i6dw6ttw99al

Mischief managed. https://www.instagram.com/p/B8rpwznha13/?igshid=eqopusn8ap21

Celebration. https://www.instagram.com/p/B8V5jJkhzEX/?igshid=11i1v4y6fx9o4

AS DEW. . That neck has see lesser kisses than those lips, Oh what a waste of passion, Misplacement of intent, And misunderstood feelings. Oh that mole has not seen enough attention, And touches of flowers, than it should have, Hidden away, to its own eyes, When lips should have touched it, But only fingers have. Those veins on your pale skin, Which shine like corals in clear waters, Deserve more lover's attention than they ever have, Caressed by fingers, but only eyes have. Those eyes need stronger eyes to entangle, And ever more eagerness to fuel love, And emotions that they stirs in me, when I look at them. Waters they appreciate and rivers seas alike, Water they are as rivers and seas alike. I hope your lover doesn't ever leave you unappreciated or under. https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ZVvgPBmSc/?igshid=w5nsbgflakqj

A Sunday. (at Chandigarh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7PFa_iBbhi/?igshid=vn0ws4omnytd

Strength. Her beauty is the shadow, Her Resilience, the light. With grace she moves, As our eyes collide. In silence we love, With flames so bright. She stands in her veil, A woman, of this cold winter night ... #vsco2020 #vscocontest (at Chandigarh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/B66D_w4Bibb/?igshid=52pybfmoxhmt

#vsco2020 #vscocontest

"Aa Jana, Zaada Soochna Matt, Baas, aa jana ..." Model: the very pretty @simsang.soulspeak (at Chandigarh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5r-ICxBXdy/?igshid=113thvmducsgl

Every year, I go to Sanawar, to this little heaven in the hills called The Lawrence School, Sanawar. There I meet some beautiful people, some beautiful souls that I end up losing a part of my heart to. Every year. Form some beautiful bonds, some beautiful friendships. A month with no one but kids, who teach you that happiness is in the little things of life, in happiness, in joy, sometimes tears and mostly being together. A letter came from Sanawar today (Technically Amritsar) carrying lots of love and happiness. A lots of tears were shed. Letters that are written with so much care and love, don't remain letters anymore. Thank you @eshamalhotra2002 . Thank you for making me cry, for taking me back to Barne Hall. For calling me Morrie. You have this beautiful ability to make people love and cared for. I had a dream last night, you were declared the Head Girl ( I kid you not, it's what make receiving the letter from you even more special and extraordinary). Thank you for making this year at Sanawar so special with your Presence, E ! I miss you and cherish all the memories loads. Lots and lots of love. ❤️ (at The Lawrence School, Sanawar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4CbwNph3HT/?igshid=1bf6klzcm2quj

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