Saturday, December 7, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Munsyari - Gateway To Heaven
This place used to be my home, for quite sometime. And they just wonder why I am no more interested in visiting popular/ commercial hill stations.
Munsyari is the name of a town and a tehsil in the Pithoragarh District in the hill-state of Uttarakhand, India.
It lies at the base of the great Himalayan mountain range, at an elevation of about 2,200 m (7,200 ft) and is a starting point of various treks into the interior of the range.
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
Paper Plane
Guess you just left the question hang there
Suspended in mid air.
Then it comes down
In circles, like a paper plane
Till it stabs my heart again.
I’m not an easy jar to open.
You can break your wrist if you’ll try.
We can’t stop.
What strikes us both as comfortable
So we’ll bend the truth to lie.
Remember, how it used to be
When we lived like darlings?
Remember how your envy cast a spell?
If this is more than you can burn
And there is no one left.
I have been to this town before as well.
You have got an easy charm about you.
You can hurt me if you choose.
Right or wrong
I was left with little, but surprise
And everything to lose.
Every second chance is gone
We used to shine like darlings.
Remember how your envy cast a spell?
If this is more than you can burn
And there is no one else.
I have been to this town before as well.
You think you are so strong.
An anchor hanging often leeward lying.
And a beautiful pine
Breaking as you are listing to one side.
You and me need to explain,
Just to pass the time.
Every little thing that we said.
Suspended in mid air.
Then it comes down
In circles, like a paper plane
Till it stabs my heart again.
I’m not an easy jar to open.
You can break your wrist if you’ll try.
We can’t stop.
What strikes us both as comfortable
So we’ll bend the truth to lie.
Remember, how it used to be
When we lived like darlings?
Remember how your envy cast a spell?
If this is more than you can burn
And there is no one left.
I have been to this town before as well.
You have got an easy charm about you.
You can hurt me if you choose.
Right or wrong
I was left with little, but surprise
And everything to lose.
Every second chance is gone
We used to shine like darlings.
Remember how your envy cast a spell?
If this is more than you can burn
And there is no one else.
I have been to this town before as well.
You think you are so strong.
An anchor hanging often leeward lying.
And a beautiful pine
Breaking as you are listing to one side.
You and me need to explain,
Just to pass the time.
Every little thing that we said.
... I have been to this town before as well.
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
New Story of Hare and Tortoise
Disclaimer: This piece is not written by me but I found it worth sharing
Once upon a time a tortoise and a hare had an argument about who was faster. They decided to settle the argument with a race. They agreed on a route and started off the race. The hare shot ahead and ran briskly for some time. Then seeing that he was far ahead of the tortoise, he thought he'd sit under a tree for some time and relax before continuing the race.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Crazy, lovestuck
Let
me be the tattoo on your neck.
I
can be your chair when you relax.
I
need to be the itch that you scratch.
I
want to be your skirt that always match.
I
want to be the mole on your chin.
Oh,
I am your bed. Baby, just climb in.
Let
me be the sheets when you sleep.
Honey,
I am the secret that you keep.
I can be the spoon to stir your cream.
I can be the spoon to stir your cream.
Try
me, anytime I can make you scream.
I
got to be the lipstick when you lick it
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
I Wonder
I
wonder what will I do.
Will
I visit the future
to
see all that lay ahead, untold?
Or
will I go deep into past
to
undo what has brought me here?
When I will get a chance to walk again
I
wonder what will I do.
Will
I shun the baggage and run along?
Or
will I just crawl on
the same path
as I always do?
When I will see my train coming
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
My Muse
I
have only these few days to be with you,
So let me have an overdose of your smile melting for me
So let me have an overdose of your smile melting for me
An
overdose of your face still never to get an eyeful of you
An
overdose of your kisses to just forget everything else
An
overdose of your touch everywhere to make you just mine
Let
me dive in your arms, in your soul.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Home For His Heart
I still remember those good ol' days
when
he was a happy young man.
We
all used to love him.
We call him a friend.
He
was always cracking jokes.
The
smile never went away from his lips.
He always loved us all.
For
us, he was a support, like an anchor cliff.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
High
If you are smiling for no reasons
And they ask you why
If you can't tell them
They'll think you are high...
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
Friday, February 1, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Alcohol... Should I, should I not ?
What is alcohol?
Alcohol is a clear drink
that is made from corn, barley, grain, rye or a beverage containing ethyl.
When a person drinks alcohol, about 20 percent is absorbed in the stomach, and
80 percent is absorbed in the small intestine. The concentration of alcohol,
the type of drink and whether the stomach is full or empty depends on how fast
the alcohol is absorbed. Once the alcohol is absorbed into the tissue, it
affects your mind and body. Blood alcohol concentration can rise up to 20
minutes after having a drink. After alcohol is absorbed it leaves the body in
three ways: the kidneys, lungs and liver.
How is it made?
Beer and wine are called fermented beverages. They are made by adding yeast to a substance that contains sugar. The yeast starts the formation process, which turns sugar into ethyl and carbon dioxide gas. Beer is made from barley malt. The people who brew the beer soak the barley in water to make it sprout. When the barley dries, they take off the sprouts only leaving starch or malt. The malt is ground up and mixed up with water to form mash. This is put into another mash which contains corn or rice that has been crushed and heated. The starch from corn or rice is then changed to sugar. Some dried flowers are added to the mash to add flavor, then the mash is fermented. Then the brewers age the beer for several weeks to add taste in the beer.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
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