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
Winds and beats are defining my existence now
They say ‘THE CHILD WHO IS NOT EMBRACED BY THE VILLAGE WILL BURN IT DOWN TO FEEL ITS WARMTH’.
I am Sherlock Holmes
THE MOCKTAIL BAR -Rishika Rathore
Well,
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.
Flamboyant champagne bucket,
-Are love and war opposites of each other?
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.
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?
Speed is in synergy with our consciousness constantly. It’s like a submarine that is submerged in our sea-like mindset. Like the priest, it was blessing us with its legacy and helping us to level up the way we orbit around our untapped potential, just like it helped the sun's rays, the light, the sound, and the so-called human evolution to ride on it and reach the crypto humanity of Earth and make them the members of the 'eartholic academy'.
Hello,
Blue is deepening its existence and the eddy sea is getting narrower to wavelets.
