Colorblind

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It’s been very long since I listened to Darius, and today I did. Someone reminded me of it, and somehow, it brought me back a piece of the old me, the kind of person I used to be. I had been denying myself of that privilege because in my journey, this road trip I’ve been on since the time I realized this is what I wanted from my life, views at the world from every angle – I wanted to know everything, demanded from me this ransom, a kind of sacrificial offering that I gave up certain things from my life, the things that used to add colors to my internal drab world, as well as fragments of memories that bound my past together which is just not anymore. And with the kind of music I loved, to the type of movies I used to enjoy watching, almost unconsciously, abandoned me, just like the people I love left…taking slow steps into the void my feet cannot walk through…

Listening to the track, Colorblind, by Darius, I was reminded of so many things, I feel suffused with just so much I have to tell about how I felt. I remembered every time I used to listen to the song, and it was a lot of times I used to listen to it at once. From the days of my childhood, this song used to dazzle me, stun me with its timeless perfection. It’s not meant to be loved by those people who have been touched by love or something like that because the rhythm and tunes, everything is perfect from Darius’ voice to the choreography of the video. From the moment Darius appears on the deserted highway stranded, and how dejected he feels because now he won’t be able to make it in time to meet his beloved at their rendezvous, he entices us by taking up his guitar and singing the song that makes us understand. Throughout the song he travels through fields and deserts, over mountains and then finally gets to the cliff, where his love waiting for him. It is then the clouds break, soaking them through, and washing away both of their impatience, because against all odds they are finally together in the end…

This is how it ends, and as they dance in through the tempest, we feel dazed and colorblind. Another perfect song…

Libran

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Aphrodite is my patron,

of my kind, the doves.

we’re meant to be,

indecisive.

we do not tell half truths,

with such dexterity.

we confess sometimes,

with an open heart.

we’re best at keeping secrets,

and also the worst.

we love to love and want to be loved,

but rarely find it like we want.

but once we do, we cherish it forever.

and, never, never can we forget.

we see hope, the point where others give up.

cannot move on, if a bond we haven’t ended ourselves.

cannot take it when without a fault,

without an explanation, some bloke breaks us down.

we want peace, beauty and harmony,

doesn’t mean we submit,

to anyone, putting in a little pressure.

we’re guarded by the Goddess of Love, after all…

we fight. we love.

and some day,

one day, we make it

our innocent world in our innocent way.

Hauz Khas Fort

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Part of the Hauz Khas Fort, in the old village of Hauz Khas, New Delhi, this is a beautiful local/foreign tourist spot. Used for several photo shoots, and turned into occasional film sets this fort is a very popular place to be in Hauz Khas. Not situated very far from the Hauz Khas metro station, in South Delhi, this is a portal that leads Delhi’s cosmopolitan present into it’s rich and monopolized royal past. These are some photographs I took when I recently visited it, in May this year. There is this irresistible and charming enticement about the antiquity about this place that binds one to it. The pillars behind which lovers huddle close to each other, utter words of bliss and exchange tokens, words of promises resonate the music of long ages, that hums faintly in the ears ask we walk through the corridors taking the steps of the great Maharajas of the ancient days and the past comes alive when we breathe in the cool air that blows in from the amazing lake that stretches on forever below the fortress. I for once again felt proud when I took in so much history all at once.

It’s how it’ll always be.

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My Promise.

I’ll always love you.

I’ve always loved you.

And I will always love you.

Others will come into my life, like every morning is new, and we try new things, every other day.

But every night, like I put on a different set of clothes, to sleep away the lonely, tragic hours,

I drink you in like an exotic wine, some magic potion…

that erases every thing and rewinds time back to the day we met.

The day, I traded in my soul to the devil,

That I may remember you as the only man in my life.

And then I remember everything.

Oh, and with love…