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meet this awesome sauce band, kapow that will be performing at our event 'hootenanny matinee 2.0'. kapow is a new delhi based band that paint existing songs anew with their own characteristic outlook on music as they simultaneously use their symbolic and metonymic lyrics to tell untold yet relatable stories with the music filling the emotional colours taking the vibe from a chill, relaxing day at a beach to psychedelia to utter breakdown. all in all, they perform music which can be appreciated by the most diverse of masses, as they maintain the continuity of their characters and their ways with the crowd.
date : 30th september
time: 12-3 pm
book your freakin' tickets right away. link in bio.
"god bless thee!" breathed she
at the back of my neck
where the beads of sweat trickled down
as i sat under a fan that spins so fast
breathing fire onto me like a dragon.
i dare not try to see who she's
for i'm in middle of a test of my own memories
of letters and words that i've forced myself
up into my brain, just the previous night. "god bless thee!" she whispered again
sending chills down my spine
i could feel the soft petals of fine rose
behind my neck as i sped my hand.
came she and stood before me.
the googly eyes of the cameras not seeing her;
her face deadly pale, her clothes a fine blush,
drenched was she, soaking to her core,
but the rose seemed unharmed... i stared at her, my fingers paused
i couldn't struggle myself to write
lost all my thoughts
to the haunting figure that stood before me.
"don't you know me?" asked she
with a curve upon her lips
that mimicked a gentle smile.
words never came from my lips
neither did they come from my fingertips
the hands of the watches went ticktock
couldn't she'd come haunting me a later time? "he is gone, he is gone,
and we cast away moan:
god ha' mercy on his soul!
and of all christian souls, i pray god. god be wi' ye."
she sang loudly standing in the middle of the class.
her voice sweet as ever and the pale yellow rose
in full bloom safe and sound in her tender palms.
ophelia she was, i knew from her song;
ophelia from her grave deep down in earth.
ophelia, the mad lady whose heart was broken
by the one she held so dear in her bosom.
i wished she'd stopped singing now
for her loud voice got louder with syllables that came.
looked around and saw everyone busy scribbling,
totally unaware of the song the apparition had sung.
she vanished into thin air,
but her presence never leaving,
haunting me as i walk alone;
was i alone? she never made me feel so... fyi : ophelia is a character from shakespeare's famous tragedy hamlet. ophelia, as the play progresses, went mad as a result of her father's m****r by her lover, hamlet who mistook him for his treacherous uncle... (it's a very complicated plot, go read yourself for more information)...
⏸️ perfect ⏸️
the satisfaction of things being close to perfect
the accurate depth of dimples while smiling for a picture
the peace of listening the most beautifully crafted melody
the most soothing movement of her hand over yours
the precised position of your head over his chest when he hugs you
the most appropriate shape of the last slice of pizza
the drooling curve of your girl's waist
the jawline of your man
the alignment of objects in the above picture
Happy autumn equinox 🍁 change is coming... a new season, a new home and a new beginning 🍂 i must remind myself that recovery is not linear and i am constantly changing 🌻 #mentalhealthrecovery#autumnequinox
there are no mermaids in the warm oceans and the sea is aging.
the waves are still dancing with the moon, rising and falling with my sighs,
the notes resonating with the khamaj of the universe.
and the earth is playing the dhun loudly, hoping for a miracle,
courting the sun, beloved to the stars.
beloved to you,
beloved to me.
shadow by shadow, they prostrate to
a god unseen, the pearls in the sea-bed
waiting for you,
waiting for me.
how many hour-glasses will we break?
the darkness of this universe is
the light within you,
the light within me.
the small galaxies glowing in the mystery of black, taking me deeper into its heart, reading out – bit by bit –
the words of destiny,
and there are no mermaids here,
and no elves,
there’s just you,
there’s just me.
. //this post first appeared on the ziauddin university atlas //