Sparkling Symphonies

Dear Kashmir, How are you? Or, should I ask, how are your burns, your injuries, your wounds? They hurt, don’t they? Some years ago, my social science teacher once said, ‘Kashmir is heaven on Earth!’ I believed her. And why would I have not. Ever since then, I have craved for witnessing your beauty at least once in my life. You are like a candy, that the ten-year old kid in me has always starved for! Like the flower that would bloom only once in my lifetime. Photo by  Life Of Pix  from  Pexels But then the ten-year old brain was surprised to see your distraught and marred face. All along these years, the wish has been like a show-piece on my drawing room shelf because your glory is in captivation of some evil designs which I failed to comprehend. Your aura seems like a gorgeous orchid farm trapped in an avalanche. As ‘they’ keep on intruding your pacific soul, I hide my face in agony and dismay. Even today, every now and then, when they bring your testimonies u...

Life isn’t always about those dark raging clouds and the flashing bolts. It’s about the moist petrichor that fills us later! The petrichor that fills life with vivid and stimulating colours. Acts as the brush and paints the canvas of life with the splendid beauty of hues of joy. With masterstrokes of punctilious and fastidious trying to make it paradisiacal. Some cracks define you better, Some mishaps build you stronger, Some fractures make you fight harder, Some bewitching moments of days with expectancy, fantasy and drama, Some witching hours of nights with vigil obscurity and anonymity! Because the sun has to set for the moon to rise, Because the light has to dim for the stars to shine, Because the pain has to conquer for the smile to gleam, Because the wounds have to heal for the soul to zeal! It’s hard, it really is, to believe that not every dark shadow is sinister, to believe that some embraces aren’t lethal. Though, we fall for their pretentious dark side ...

If it ever came across your mind that  the term like "right time" exists, it is  now -this exact moment when you're reading this. Now is the time you let your ebullient & naive heart fonder before that sadist perceives it's venture and turns your life to arduous one! Now is the time you think why those parallel and antiparallel writings in those philosophy & literature never intersect. Photo by  David Dibert  from  Pexels Now is the time you realize that knowledge is a well and we're just those frogs who dwell in it yet unknown to it's depth. None can deny the might of concise and consistent knowledge,but it's transient and steady too.It's not stationary with respect to time and situations. Now is the time you pause by the grazing sun and the waving seas and the flying aura of the sacred seeds. Now is the time you set your foot a little behind the benchmarks of the world, just to give yourself a better ace and a better pace! Now, is the ti...