Scribbled Thoughts of an IcOnOcLaSt InSaNe!!!

Looking beyond the obvious is what I wanted to learn since childhood. As I believed knowing, understanding, and looking obvious is ORDINARY. But with time and as experience dawned upon me, I learned to respect the obvious and explore things beyond. This blog is a representation of my myriad thoughts,may be in vain for many or me as well later,but the most incredible ones 'that moment'. I have nothing in common with success except my integrity and ability to learn from my failures.'' --Morpheus

Friday, August 21, 2020

The Musical Chord: Selected Playlist

Music is the connection we often did not deny. The solitude seekers like us often look for this divine connection with the rhythm, beats, words, and often the lost world we created in our head. Some songs are interconnected with the soul. They strike a beat with some exemplary moments spent. The songs often transport you to the world you created with someone special.

Music: The Shared Emotions

Music...Words...Solitude... Silence...My constant companions. Thank you for understanding without questioning. Some of Our Songs.

1. Do Naina Ek Kahani

2. Tera Hi Rahun

3. Ik Kudi

4. Shringar Ko Rehne Do

5. Yeh Dil Tum Bin

6. The Night We Met

7. Jokhon Nirobe Dure

8. Moh Moh Ke Dhaage

9. Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin

10. Tumi Je Amar

11. Mera Kuch Samaan

12. Tere Bina Zindagi Se

13. Ghar

14. Ghar

15. Hawayein

Let there be Peace.

- Morpheus

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

For My Muse !!!

Dear My Rumi,

I don't know how this works. Or why is it, how is it. You being around in however cruel situations we are in, there is a ‘’Sense of Quietude’’. Or if I can say, a ‘’Sense of Stability’’. There is a ‘’Sense of Calm In Our Chaos’’.

The awareness of secured feelings in the upheaval state of mind is YOU. I know it may sound banal, but the sense of truth, my inner conscious voice tells me all that. The certain invisible jittery I feel in your absence can be avoided but I can't ignore or negate it. Because it is somewhere engraved deep With a Sense of Consciousness. I can throw it away into an abyss but I won't be able to bury it. Somewhere the absence of certain emotions erupt unknowingly and maybe the purged reality strikes.

I don't know why I am writing what I am writing. But I want you to know ...

You Exist like the Dawn before the Morning Blush.

Because however, the Night can say it may not need the Sun...Or it can live with its Stillness...The matter of fact is ... The Sun is somewhere hidden behind the meadow and the Dawn awakens to the morning with a sense of reality check. You are that reality check for me. Whatever it is. I just have Gratitude for what we had and what we have. With all the sensibilities and the immense aware Feelings…You Mean Lot to Me.

I wish I could say…BE IN TOUCH…But Letting Go never had that Option.

Your's
Once.. Wandering Home.