Enchanted. Never Again.

People and places. Enthrall.
A photograph actually puts motion, depth a flashback in front of your eyes.
Crude and raw emptiness automates a mosaic formation.

Those eyes enchanted me. A stranger. Yes. Not once, but twice.
And as I moved away the second time, the feeling of regret slumped me over.
I'd never be enchanted the same way again.

And my eyes remain.

Light And/Or Dark

I can defy and comply. That should run in your mind like a nexus.
I'm made to talk stuff like that. You'd understand, maybe if you're a Scorpio.

I seek light, the fuel being my very own darkness.
How that defines me. Old school girl? Yes. Very much.

I thrive on an oxymoronish life. Simplicity attracts a desert storm.
The pinnacle has been kind, but moving her.
My dance is that of a Guinea Pig. But, I'm proud.

In the end, it's just an ongoing experiment, which sees the light and/or day.

The Bond of Threads, Processes and Other Strengtheners

Overdrawn. Yes.
Delayed. Yes.
Intensity of feelings faded? No.
Distance related issues? No frigging way!

Again, this ain't about some guy. This is for you Shweta Nadkarni, a.k.a Tweta!

This one was long overdue for you Shweta. I miss you. Hell, yes.

Something about the pic : This was taken during the last days of engineering. Fun week. The day we all dressed as kids.
This one's an excerpt from a super PPT Tweta had created for me on Friendship Day. The best gift I ever received.

Friends make the journey worthwhile. Noted. Celebrated. Awesomeness!