like there is no tomorrow

Home is you! I love you!

because you mean my life..

love sings a song

Junoon.

“Junoon”; madness, obsession.
.
Who are we really,
if not madly obsessed
for addiction?
This obsession
that makes us feel
the sunshine,
the clear waters of the oceans
and the chill breezes
of the nights
when we are all alone
under the star-lit,
moonless night.
This madness,
that draws us
towards the mountains,
and makes us go
berserk
at the frantic nature’s nature.
This addiction,
that make us
feel alive,
that makes us
who we really are.
Distraught yet placid,
broken yet mended,
wrecked yet resolute…
Who are we really
if we do not
live for our Junoon. ♥️
.
.

Wildflowers.

“In the end, we are all, but wildflowers.
Strong, Wild & Beautiful..”
.
.
ps: just some things!<3

Loop!

Tapping my feet
to the beats of Guns N’ Roses.
That is what I am doing right now.
.
Oh, oh, oh, Sweet child o’ mine!
Where do we go now?
.
Can you feel it too?
.
Sometimes, you just want to get in that loop.
I don’t yet understand why.
Maybe because it triggers an emotion
you never thought existed.
Maybe because you want to be
in that mood.
Maybe because you want an escape
from everything else.
Maybe because you want to live
just that one moment
for thousands of times in those seconds.
Maybe because you want to see life
like how somebody else did it.
“Maybe!” That’s a good word.
Maybe “loop” is a good word?
.
I have been in a loop of a loop;
while talking about loop.
.
Oh, oh, oh, Sweet child o’ mine!
Where do we go now?
.
Can you feel it too?
Right now,
while tapping your feet!?

Let’s contemplate the world!

Let’s contemplate the world! Do you see it happening in our eyes?

I love you, mom.

COLORS!