The Shikaras! The silence of the Valley & the stillness of the Dal Lake is the unspoken story of a generation lost.

Beautiful things don’t ask for attention. You need to observe closely to understand the beauty

#GoWithTheFlow

The Sun doesn’t shine bright on me everyday. I don’t fret… In perfect strangeness, I found my mind….Mad but benumbed…Some of the light has faded…Dark is new light. Human nature changes every season…This human cycle. Every sunset may not be romantic…Devil may care. The Moon may not appear tonight…No big deal. The road ahead is a Dead-End. I’m home. Happiness and Sadness are colonial cousins. It depends. Love and peace to all friends…Go with the flow….

Steeples of faith, statues of hope, crosses of belief – bound in these structures lives humanity. On the other side the open skies brace settlements of reality where live strife, pain, tears, compassion, reverence and gratitude. One would not be alive without the other. One would have no relevance without the other. One fuels the other while the other fuels the One. Interesting, how both live amicably. And till we find our answers, those steeples will stand tall, waving those crosses while we look up to those statues with hope !!

I have watched them as they built the architecture of my bylanes, textured colour on the surface of my staid walls and lit up my lonely sidewalks. Amid those towering condos breathes life, hustles enthusiasm and lives hope. Heartbeats soothe tired souls, preparing them for yet another tryst with destiny. Here live my heroes – blissfully adventurous and tenaciously sublime. What amazes me the most is the undying spirit which they solemnly inherit. And as the rains glisten my tar roads, I watch them peer from misty windows seeking a false sense of satisfaction. They look without for what remains within.

Framing with fire.

I flew miles to be with you.
Take me away to the land of the mystic mountains.

~ One travel bug to another

Eid ka Chand nahi, magar sitaro ka sitar hu mai. Nam mat puchia janab. Nam ka kya, gulab to gulab hi kahala te hai.

The northern cannons stand guarding the Royals. The blaze of thunders can wait for another twilight.

The going shall get tougher; some friends might be lost, u feel the urge to stay in bed and stepping out may seem a lot of work…but in the end keep up the hustle because the view from the top is worth it…