The Unsung Moves

I know,

Vapors of Feminism

For some, "feminism" is a pretty penny,

Gesture to the infinite

Those roads don't hold a destiny that can define me. While the hilltop awaits to listen to my echoes,I seek instinctsand intuition is my ride.When we'll come to a crossroad,it will be a war zone. By considering war as a courtesy,I will pardon you.And your roar will succumb to me.This is how everything will become testimonyto my intellectual and twisted verdicts.This is a gestureto acknowledge the universe.I am hereand allowing the universeto figure me out.As I will soon become untraceable,the universe is universal,and my summation will soon hide in it.I will spy on it,and it will witness me flourish.

Si vis pacem para bellum/ If you want peace prepare for war

I understand peace as a luxury given exactitude by war. And war is a summary exaggerated in terms of peace.

Sanctifying the wilderness

I was walking pasta graminaceous, verdant valleyat the periphery of a dark, wild forest.Its rampant shades of greenintrigued me, prompting participationthrough my fascination.Soon, my walk gained an urgeto sanctify and mystify the forest.

"Fractured Reverie: The Garden's Final Dance with the Orchid"

The garden collapsed as it witnessed the orchid bloom. The hues were mesmerizing, intact, and powerful, as if deep shades of bloodshed had been injected into it. For a moment, it felt like a downtrodden, dilapidated, diluted version of frondescence was representing its last chance of survival.

Voilà Renaissance

Voilà Renaissance

The bird's tale

Winds and beats are defining my existence now

An Epic: Doldrum Of The Door

‘The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.’

They say ‘THE CHILD WHO IS NOT EMBRACED BY THE VILLAGE WILL BURN IT DOWN TO FEEL ITS WARMTH’.

I am Sherlock Holmes

I am Sherlock Holmes

The Mocktail Bar

THE MOCKTAIL BAR -Rishika Rathore

Goddess herself reigning over my words

I don’t know how to figure out the best interpretation of you, Mahadevi, but the frankincense you hold shapes the essence of my lumpish set of experiences and helps me ride on the enchanting work of your infinity.

THE FEAST by Rishika Rathore

Flamboyant champagne bucket,

LOVE AND WAR ARE NOT VOICELESS NOW

-Are love and war opposites of each other?

RAINBOW - THE WORLD'S PHOTOGRAPHER

Look, how the Red, the Blue, the Green represent nature, and yet they are the ancient sibyl when it comes to popping up with their most beautiful shade and creating the mysteriously sporty rainbow which is ready to run its marathon in the sky and showcase its heavenly arc with the perfection of compass whilst considering the world as its sheet waiting for its geometry.

"The clues to acknowledge history"

Once history whispered to me, ' I am a classic tale'. But I wonder, what if it's just a braid of surreal ideologies intertwined, braided, and finding the way out; while fate only allows it to be a single suggestive rhythm in the whole complex autonomy?

Alignment of speed

Speed is in synergy with our consciousness constantly. It's like a submarine submerged in our sea-like mindset. Like the priest blessing us with its legacy, it helps us level up the way we orbit around our untapped potential. Just as it aided the sun's rays, light, sound, and human evolution to progress and reach the crypto-humanity of Earth, making them members of the 'Eartholic Academy,' we too are pushed by it on our journey to reach our destined connoisseur.

I am lost in between anonymous gestures!

I am lost in the valley of anonymous gestures.

Blue is being questioned now.

Blue is deepening its existence and the eddy sea is getting narrower to wavelets.