Spring Love

Spring, the meat between your McDonald’s burger, the conversation after a fight, the jam in jim-jams, the glances between painful sobs laced with the slightest giggles over the absurdity of it all, the season between winter and summer. 

 

Spring follows cold, harsh winter. When you’re left alone, all you Continue Reading

Hyper-Consumerism in Fashion

 

Time has always fascinated the human race. It seems as though those little, narrow sticks that rotate around a circle were puppet masters, in a sense. Everyone ran around all the time – I could hear the hurried breathing, heaving and sighing. It intrigues me for I was caught … Continue Reading

Colours of Love: Blue

Love for me will always be blue,
Tinged with sadness,
It’s a bittersweet hue.

Blue for the sky that Icarus fell through,
Trying to soar for freedom,
Too close to the Sun he flew.

Blue for the loss Daedalus felt,
When he beheld his boy,
Suffering the curse he was … Continue Reading

The Advent of EV – Part II

The Advent of EV (Part II)

When we think of Electric Vehicles, the first thing that comes to mind, undoubtedly, is Tesla. Tesla is a company that has taken the world by storm. From electric cars to solar panels, Tesla has become a household name synonymous with innovation and a … Continue Reading

Colours of Love: Autumn

Weary of summers past and wary of the winter to come – Autumn is a gaunt, worn veteran, hunched over on public benches. He sits with pursed lips, silently mouthing the ending of every story that begins now. As the harsh, dry wind claws the leaves off the trees, the … Continue Reading

The Advent of EV – Part I

The Advent of EV (Part I)

Imagine walking along the road; everything is calm and serene. You hear the birds chirping, leaves rustling, and you feel as though you are one with nature. Suddenly you feel the wind picking up, and a sparkling metallic car rushes past you. Did that … Continue Reading

Colours of Love: Lilac

Every evening, I look at the sky

Wait for the colours to change

To what reminds me of the years gone by,

You, me, and the lavender haze.

 

The sky is pink

The breeze cool

Even on a cold winter night

Or scorching mid-summer June.

 

I’d hate for … Continue Reading

…But Is It Art?

 

When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold,   

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold;   

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,   

Till the Devil whispered Continue Reading

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