While in those gloomy days of the early monsoon, may be with a book of ayn rand or any other on metaphysics and a mug of freshly brewed steamingly hot coffee, you tend to keep yourself warm inside your personal hub in your sweet home. Perhaps like the brimming coffee in her hand, she must be brewing her wilder dreams of passion, love and all that jazz. Seems like the evening petrichor is filling her ambience with a air of nostalgia, taking her down the lane when she was enjoying that panorama of beautiful scenic rainbow while in her grade 4, after that sizzling drizzle of quieter evening when she danced in the rain alongside her mom playing with her as she felt the raising odour of the wet sands and the raindrops kissing her rosy cheeks drenching her all wet while looking up at the sky’s marvelous rainbow, inspiring her colors and hues over the sizzling childhood of a chromatic art sheet’s thriving mirthe picturing you the prolixity behind the period’s growth and accretion of individual’s instigating inner elements upon both physical and mental factors, consequently the divulging ideas, accumulated learning and the acquired sense, premising the individual’s curiosity, interests and knacks.
Seems like she is looking to gather her illuminated radiance upon her ardent passion, as when she tries to ray out her ways in pursuing her agenda ahead, hitting the road ahead, while cruising the fervent road along, that you wish to ride on, you yearn to take amidst the congruence of your culminated ideas, environmental fostering and focused taming, with that precise acumen and acquired potential of eloquent knack and glowing flair. Rejuvenating herself with the time’s gloomy tone and jollity tint, she must have been musing about her agenda, road, life and all that jazz, while basking in the feeling of the stance’s limelight.
Also she must be all
into her lovey-dovey
mood i presume,
trying to picture
the glossy times
with her beau
of a handsome
hunk’s demeanour,
may be craving
for their candle-lit
datenight dinner’s
dessert scoop,
should be trying to
dream about their
first date pub’s smooch
and cuddle moods of
inchoate romance,
must be musing over
their hookah bar times
of lolling lounge and
laughter, fellas bullying
and bragging,
feeling the scenario’s
hazy fizz, while the
undulating concentric
coned smoke circles
tells us the party
wayward photo frame’s
affable capture of
mirth and gay,
just like this picture’s
ray kissed hairs of
lovely tango curls,
groovy waves and
love jazz,
just as this gloomy dusk
and the cafe brew
revels her insides
with brimming feels
of passion & life,
kissing her chill
evening moments with
slice of joy and
cup of love!
my random contemplations 