The Sunshine I Will Speak Of: A Journey Through The Words

  It is almost September,2020 and I am here, again. Although I am not much into music, or you may say that I am but I do not listen to every other song every day. Everyone has their own kind of 'escape' and 'space'. Mine is writing, debating, discussing, working for a cause and alike. Listening to music is not a go-go option for me always. I like listening to music and watching movies -but not always and 'just anything'. I finally downloaded Spotify. Prior to that, I was relying on gaana.com, radio and YouTube. I am glad about this song -Okinawa (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzHOPckFmwc)- that it is there on Spotify. I do not have to download this song in the video form anymore. I listened to this song back in 2019. I did not search for this song. I didn't even know the band's name (now 'am glad that I do). It was just a 'random' song that I came across back in 2019. And to my surprise, it has made a special space for itself in my life. I ...

we will talk about how this ‘bond’ was special for infinite number of years, how despite being miles away, an exceptional understanding prevailed [between us]. th-that we used to complete each other’s half unspoken sentences, how even in silence a conversation kept taking place; constructing a bridge beneath the surface. from starting the day together to taking out time for the afternoon yet again just to greet. from the evening walks at the street and the terrace, within four walls of the room to making tea together in the kitchen to finally letting go of everything at night and calmly sitting near the window together, talking about world affairs and our old affairs. some friends’ talk, and shimmering rattraps. laying my head at your chest and you -my love- wrapping me in your arms; serene and warming, freeing and unburdening. untangling each other’s wings and flying high in our own purple pavilion of dreams. abandoning clusters of lustrous leaves, making a small home for ourselves wi...

your skin is such a gold in the sun, it glows in the moon, it blows extreme heat it has been through nobody sees once it was an ore so much in pain so much it drained. everybody just sees the glow nobody wishes to talk about how did it grow. so pure, so smooth, so exquisite, i wish to endure. i know it won't be in vain, if i ask for your permission to stay; to love and to appreciate; every scar there, nobody sees which you have been through the visible ones every vulture wants to feed onto. i know you will doubt if i really will stay you will cry and smile a thousand times and doubt, if again, you would just be a prey! (not just to embrace your glow, I wish to heal the unhealed what you have been through) Image courtesy: MS Artworks stayconnected |©a.aditiagrawal