Peep through a pin hole

Have seen lushful green highlands , bare tall mountains seasoned with green  grass - moss , and crossing clouds , sailing high and low , all grey but in drizzling mood. If you are lucky enough you can meet the rainbow on a bright day, though sun rests underneath the grey puffs. Somewhere across Lonavala there
comes a waterfall, and most of the times you are left with the suppressed echo of falling waters....too many photocentrics roam around enjoying seasoned corn . But beyond all yahoos of selfies and noisy crowd , the echoes creep into your mind and say : stop wasting your time, wander around, there is so much more to explore. For a regular day rains are nothing  but raincoats - mud - umbrella - sneezes and if very fortunate it ranges to snack delicacies...but when roads call you the entire definition changes, dimensions get a complete different angle. Suddenly the inborn photographer within you demands an exposure and eyes become hungry for natural bites of scenery. Suddenly rains become your inspiration and the jewellery of these rude rough lifeless bare highlands.

Clash

Everyday my fingers fight out of an unconscious battle between my auricular and reflex actions , and reach out to touch and slide away the most important irritating tune . Though I tried the most selected ones but still all wake up tunes sound same - Disgusting. Sometimes snoozing for that extra piece of sleep , sometimes looking blankly to darkness - perhaps lost clues of the last dream and most of the times got asleep trying to self motivate . Have to get up , but your ugly bed looks the most sexiest thing then , and that one last hug ...... only sufferer is aware of the speed required to match the patch with wristwatch. Same clash everyday. Though we run through many mental , sentimental , personal clash everyday, but this is the sweetest bitterest unavoidable clash ...which we overcome , and still utter : Why?