Imagination

I’m afraid, I lose sense of time most of the day. One minute I’m writing and the other I’m just lost, lost somewhere in the land of imagination. Everything seems to be replica of what I’m living now except that I’m able to change situations, expressions, gestures, even feelings on a whim.

It’s like living parallel with a world of my imagination. It’s flexible. I don’t even try much to get there. I just am naturally there. It’s in the real world, it takes efforts to come back to.

That’s Me Being Me

What I speak, in mirth or distress, it’s all the same, depends what ears you have on.

I’m crazy…ain’t I?

I’m insane…I’m not

I’m bold…I’m not

I’m an extrovert… I’m not

I’m an introvert… now, that I can’t even dispute

I’m playful…figure it out

I’m serious… who’s going to argue back? Me? You? Who?

Insomniac, unpredictable, wild, dreamer, scribbler

I need something to intoxicate me, something much more feral then the passion my heart holds

You fired my imagination, you walked into the tavern of my senses

You live within me, untouched

You dance within me, unperturbed

You are one with my essence

You are the music that flows within my body and soul – in the very fiber of my being

Neemrana, Rajasthan

Situated 122 Kms away from Delhi on Delhi-Jaipur Highway is the beautiful 15th Century Neemrana Fort Palace. It’s a perfect weekend getaway from Delhi. Travel by road and you can enjoy the road-side dhabas on the Highway.

Indulge in the opulence of the resort and get back to work rejuvenated. There are Ayurveduc massages, spas, swimming pool, a walk in the hanging gardens to unwind your body and soul. Indulge the luxuries offered by this 5 star hotel resort and treat yourself in the lap of pristine beauty of lovely patios, gardens, blooms all around the palace. Located away from the hubbub of the metropolis, it offers you a perfect respite from the hardships of week at office.

Memories

Memory is a fragile thing. Memories – a tenuous affair

You want to hold it close and sheltered within the walls of that skeletal structure looming over your shoulders.

You do too. Voluntary, involuntary.

But, then it has its own way of escaping, it slips out of the bounds and becomes the gentle air, floats around you, engulfs you. It’s like that wine, matured over the years, reeling your senses into the realm where unreal is more real.

Do you want to lose yourself? Do you even have a choice?