Redhya

Memories and experiences, sequentially-arranged, complex  patterns, have been broken infinitesimally into fundamental particles. The process dissolves the nihilistic chaos looking for the meaning and the purpose,  washing out everything between a point and infinite. A human, vibrating between asceticism and hedonism,  has been strangled and tossed into an empty ocean. superego  asceticism  pain  white  depression ego  human  I grey  normal id  hedonism  pleasure  black  mania Perception is the only gateway  for the universe to enter conscious beings  to imprint patterns in their minds and to study their behaviour. The cosmos’ very first vibration. The cosmos’ very first cause. Everything first dissociates and then dissolves. I disowned identities and patterns having being ingrained since I'd first started mimicking sanity. To nothing,  it seems - nothingness within  and nothingness without. When energy dissipates and entangles with cosmic dots, The consciousness gets dissociated fr

i’m sorry - i’m too afraid to open up either sufferings die inside me or turn me into an unfathomable disaster *exhaling intensely with a racing heart* hush! and hear me out i felt nothing in october. so i prescribed myself some sedatives and three hangovers. i’ve got this fear i might abuse substances ‘til someone labels it as a disorder the intoxicated blood carries the packets of euphoria and the bag of bones animates when the packets burst inside the brain i feel - life is a boring consciousness when it’s sober. i should’ve opened up and just been vulnerable like an open wound infested by flies and maggots i hid a victim inside me ages ago you might see it donning a charming cloak and smiling every now and then pain travels from one to another and i was too afraid to hand it over because when pain is restrained for ever-so long it reaches the brim and overflows i’d have rather said, “don’t make another barrier – just let it flow.” because pain flows from one to another damaging the

Some mornings, I sit motionless with a fixed gaze at a blank page. My restless mind wanders, and the page senses deceit in my attention. Whether this white, unwrinkled page wants to remain blank or to be filled, who knows? I’ve never asked a page before. I selfishly scribble on innocent pages, believing someone will relate to it. Some evenings, I sit nervously and stare at pages filled with sugar-coated words. Whether these soiled pages wanted to be written on or become paper boats that could have swum miles in a drain, who knows? I didn’t ask the pages. I just wanted to write some complex verses for escapists. Some nights, I lie on my bed and read the letter I received from an admirer. I’ve never reciprocated her feelings. Whether the colourful page (letter) wanted to soak tears of a one-sided lover or become a wedding card, who knows? She didn’t ask the beautiful page. She just wanted a little love for herself. Her feelings were snug on the damp, warm page. *** buy my books on amazon

in life, everything moves fast. everything is ephemeral. rest for a while and a few moons later the fire inside supposed to rise dies bit by bit - dwindles to oblivion. i’m a soft, vivid feather floating - no agitation; no commotion, though i’m drowning deep in clear water(art). the surface and the light appear far away. strangely the guiding bubbles move towards rock bottom. “when art consumes you, let the eyes be eaten last.” on the night of winter solstice, the anxious bag of bones shivers alone. time has frozen. are memories really gone? the chattering teeth harmonically cut pleading words meant for the god within to save some scared hopes. though fallen, withered leaves have been long devoured, when i gaze into the mirror, this man has been walking down the same old path (as though the end’s been yoked with the start since the beginning). everything is changing. however, when i glance around, i find my body stuck in a ditch for ages. now paranoid, i dig the bottom, thinking it&#

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