Redhya

a beautiful village faraway from the maddening city, Kimadi it’s home to many hills covered with deep green thickets where the engulfing serenity narrates the stories of kisses, goodbyes, and everlasting hopes. noisy waterfalls and smoke rising from a maggi bowl sitting on the edge of a road, my eyes fall onto the horizon, the clear sky, and later onto the warm sun. lost; not mistaken; indeed with a pretty miss taken dancing on puffed, white, cotton clouds, holding her hand and, yes, a cake - black rum *** buy my books on amazon -  redhya

tell me where it hurts the most is it something on the surface or somewhere deep inside you? huh! it aches right under my left rib cage, supposedly a promised land for masochists. sharp nails stab palms; curled fingers not only make fists. someday, bloody nails will pierce these trembling palms. then life will ooze from those orifices, and pain will come in, filling in the voids. pain - a strange symptom of being alive i strangle you to see scared breaths sensually talking to me and asking for life in those deathly moments you say, pain is pleasure - two ends of a loop ( a loop doesn’t have ends ) rationality becomes vague as extremes ( pain and pleasure, life and death, and silence and noise ) get closer. but a phenomenon occurs - a convolution in the loop depicting the universe. it separates two extremes. and the loop distressed by infinite twists makes the universe a complex place. *** buy my books on amazon -  redhya

“Doon is a plate of momos seasoned with calmness and garnished with a scintilla of delight.” Your Doon friend undoubtedly knows what the latest fashion is. However, when you ask her for a good place to chill out in Dehradun, it may come as a surprise that she is unable to answer your question right away. In her defence, it’s obvious to get confused when you’ve got too many options to choose from. Further, in her state of confusion, she will mumble some random words (places). Eventually, you, both, end up going to the same old place you usually visit. In this article, to narrow down your options to a decent place, I’ve come up with a pleasant spot in Dehradun where literally time stops unless you consider time something that you see in a watch. Continue reading to know all about this place. Dehradun is a beautiful valley and the winter capital of Uttarakhand. It’s surrounded by lush green mountains to explore. Thus, the capital is a hub of tourists. Inside the city, you may visit some p

Right now, I conjecture that I have only a little air inside my lungs. I don’t know when the brief underwater swimming session, which you may call life and interaction , turned out to be a descent into the dark bottom. Sinking deep in the crystal clear water, I can see the yellow radiating point on the surface of it. The warm light scattered through transparent atoms is the hope dying slowly. However, I don't find any relation between hope and me. Besides that, the calmness has built a guarding wall between overthinking and me, and it hinders me from feeling anxious about myself and the complex world. I'm riding an abruptly vibrating string that teaches me “100 ways to die and not to worry about my life”. Thus, now, I desire to be entangled with unpredictable, unexpected, and unusual events so badly. I think I'm losing my mind, although I'm least concerned about it. I don't have any plans. The old rusted watch around my wrist says, "The time is NOW . Your losi

Life is a continuous interaction with the system i.e., the cosmos, and the awareness of this interaction is commonly known as consciousness. This interaction whether being abided by a set of principles or not doesn't actually affect the totality of the system. One restricting life to merely some inherited information from surrounding cultures (subsets of the system) is like keeping oneself inside certain sized spheres only. But living inside these unchanging spheres is a free will. Furthermore, it's not an inferior way to interact with the cosmos. As a matter of fact, there’s no standard way to interact. This is majorly because of two reasons: Destruction and creation are intrinsic parts of the cosmos. The totality of the cosmos vibrates between them. Death is the destruction of information; whereas, life is the creation of information. Plus, information can be passed on through events. During the transition of an entity from life to death, information also transforms. The tota

A blank white sheet, spread over my computer screen, pulls through my psychotic gaze that has consumed my several NOWs . And yet every NOW looks the same as though the “god” stopped time. A glass of water on a table beside me has been untouched for two hours now. Unwanted particles are lying on its surface; they want to cut the top layer of the shaped water to coalesce with the water. Later, the water and the particles will entangle with particles in my body. And this tiny series of entanglements will become a part of one supreme entanglement. “The First Sentence” Gradually, the sheet is getting blurrier than before. My gaze is still fixed on the screen; however, the sheet fades into oblivion. As I lose myself in the moment, I see myself (matter) exploding into infinite indivisible particles leaving only a void behind. And each particle is being entangled with other particles in nature. My consciousness, which has kept me busy and sane until now, has disintegrated into particle consci

tiptoe when you enter my mind, else you might stir massacred thoughts and gagged verses. tied together and hidden in the attic, they sometimes come alive in the forms of remorse and ulcers. it’s not a good day. thus, tonight, before i sleep, i may kill some more imaginations. scrumpled papers, backspaces, and deletes are to be blamed some keystrokes animate a blank page if a paper is a plane, words are its wings. a shadow, cast by a table lamp, stares me down until i slash those wings a strange fear prohibits me from being myself i want to be free - free from fears perhaps, some day, i’ll burn the attic down to ashes and you'll see me unfiltered and fearless i’ll be raw *** buy my books on amazon -  redhya