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Story Of The Footloose

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Daisy Child

in the mountains, daisies wild laying down on grass green sun bright in your eyes earth moist on your thighs … More

beauty, love, mountain, nature, photography, poetry, wild

Storm

It is dark outside. Ominous laughter greets my evening melancholy like an old friend. It has been some time, or … More

dark, melancholy, nature, night, photography, storm, story, wild, writing

Storm Dancer

The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt … More

freedom, nature, photography, poetry, silence, story, wild, writing

A Strange Tale of Seasons

“Careful!” she heard. “What!? No!” she seemed hurt. “Not all fabrics feel the same on your skin.“ Wide-eyed, the former, … More

absurd, art, autumn, beauty, poetry, story, wild, winter, writing

Young Wild and Free!

  Raw and intense it was, looking into the big eyes of this offspring of wilderness and sharing a tense … More

free, Nilgai, wild

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for peace and sun
exuberant lines, another piece from 2020.
Excerpts from a little something I wrote about a non-incident a few days back. I perform this text for your pleasure. I hope you enjoy the writing, the performance and the included sketches. Much love!
Dear friend of my heart, another story for you from the bygone years. This walk skywards is to the place I almost adore, the Panwali Kantha Bugyal.
Dear friend of my heart,
Old man winter, a story of the story.
Drowsy. I place my hand upon my hand and wait for nothing in particular.
Yesternight was lunacy, today is cloudy. March 2020.
lately I have not been playing the guitar as much but the other day I was inspired by @snehalrawat expressing raag malhar so beautifully that I spent some time with it. this piece though not in raag malhaar, is inspired by it.
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