Fragments of this spirit,
Dispersed in the rhythm of your Melody,
This abode is a tale of grained Myths,
Belonging here,
Shall not evolve my Saga,
For my pulsating genesis is Beautiful, 
Strokes of orgasmic silence condenses,
This very seed,
Swerving For the passage,
Called the escape avenue,
Oh Lord!
Reality is such an Imposture,
Curtains of Simulation,
I put on Fire,
Where Am I?
Consumed by your Song of Ecstasy,
Freedom to gyrate on Cosmic Strings,
Is not my Fantasy.
Strike your chord of tune,
Shall I dissolve this mere Fount,
In your serene wave of Music.
This Orchestra of throbbing Vehemence
Is surely My home.



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Describing oneself is a tough job, you secretly have so many characteristics and potent that its hard to have a good knowledge of your true self! But talking about likes,dislikes, hobbies and passion I would say that I'm a philharmonic person and I don't know what would have happened to me if not the world in the absence of such a divine force! I'm also an avid photographer and have a luck in playing the piano!! There are so many things that inspires me all the time but the list is never to end! I always consider myself as a spiritual person rather than a religious one because all the religions are going to end up at only one place and that is where our CREATOR lies,just like all the rivers end up at the sea. This is the first time that I will be giving a shot in the writing skill's area, I firmly believe that you should not die regretting, that having a scope you did not have a taste of what you wanted to TRY.

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