The pursuing and the tired

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The art is by @bluewingphotos on instagram ❤

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This Place

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Every place I’ve stayed in or been to gives rise to certain feelings. Often, I subconsiously relate places to objects, colours and certain words. (Is that some sort of synesthesia?)

This is one of those poems, about one particular place.

 

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Udhampur- a charged tranquility

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At the little silver of time between  twilight and darkness, the 3 of us had made it to Udhampur. Right away, we were met with a beautiful sunset that was one with the horizon, just reaching up to the sky . 20180530_233135.jpg
Everything was silent even though a number of cars were on the road.
We sat in the backseat, listening to 80’s tunes that we didn’t even like, we drove over a low lying, small settlement that was dense with dimmed fluorescent bulbs , it looked secluded and quaint, we held our breath and craned our necks till we left it behind.
Sped through a few tunnels here and there, felt peaceful but wide awake for the first time in a long time .
Amaan kept urging me to notice my own presence, to notice the movement of the wheels on the road; which I later learnt is a form of meditation, being here, being present.
We took turns to rest our heads on the window and watched as the sky grew darker and more lights came on.

– Saadia

Warmth

  1. 2017-02-08-18-23-57-842.jpgYou may have a dark sky

Fractured by city lights

But I have an orange veil

That reminds me of summer nights.

And a promise that the sky holds

Our dreams and our ambition

Trying to make a sense

Out of one broken world.

So today, I pick up the pieces

And arrange them skyward

And I know that these colors

Will be enough

To form another sunset

Tinged with the warmth

Of a last hug.

– Saadia

Rendezvous with the past || A Gallery

Here I am after 3 months, annual exams, an internet ban and nights full of nightmares.

Mesmerizing, aren’t I?

All sarcasm aside, I have no excuses to fall back upon, just a whole lot of after-tornado like mayhem.

The Annual exams have reduced me to a state where i no longer recognize myself. A whole relaxation preparation went to waste as more things came up.

In the midst of everything else, my blog suffered the most and I am so mad at at myself when most of the damage was caused by non-availability of the internet and exams.(For those of you wondering, they go on for a month)

Now, I ain’t got much but an apology and some pictures from when we used to go on a bunch of road trips and I was 10 or something. DSC01193DSC01342

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Poetry : A gallery

This is something so special for me. It took me such a long time to do all of this even-though it may not seem like it. I’d be the most content person if you’d share and spread this piece of art, crafted with love by me. Keep the pieces you like and please keep circulating this post. That would be my wreath. Thanks a lot for everything. 🙂yoman.jpg69e06ff0e9cf13ad15baaho39d8e293ecf.jpg

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