The Burbak Gypsy: summer

Thursday, 25 June 2015

Gaze with Shades

I'm so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go.
-Al Pacino

What's in the eyes?

A dark moon in a white river.
Sometimes there's a drizzle of hope,
But mostly it's a draught.

When they are tired of seeing,

they get busy dreaming

of things that will be forgotten,

Washed away with the dawn of caffeine.

Open, blink, darkness, light.
Swaying in zig-zag patterns of time,

Consistently shifty, constantly curious

Every person loved at a high shutter speed

If they blink, you simply miss.

What do the eyes see? They ask.

If only they could listen to the eyes talk.

So in the dead of night, they see what they hear.
Texts that'll never reach,

Heartbeat, whimpers, colours and a smile.

In the mornings, made of dewy puzzles
The eyes seek that smile
A smile from a stranger,
A stranger to everyone but them.
Only an image of poignant warmth
Piercing the coy cornea, a pining tear drops.

The eyes seek no more, beauty skulked forever more

What's in the eyes now? They ask.

A picture mayhap, a story? Never to be known again

They got their shades on.

Inspiration:
Inspired by my favourite Sun glasses of the season by an online store called PropShop24.
Check them out, they most definitely are the curators of all things cool.

Also, featuring Hippie Fringe bag and leather wrist band from my Paharganj Haul.
I can never grow out of that place. Leather bags, belts, wallets, footwear, books, and other things that shouldn't be named but inhaled, you will find it all in the bustling lanes of Central Delhi's Paharganj.

College is just around the corner for a lot of you lovelies, make sure to step in with the perfect pair of shades, bags and accessories. It's not about looking perfect, it all about looking perfectly 'YOU'.

I am Wearing:

Nave New Age Sunnies: PropShop24

Parrot Green Crop top: Zara

White Cut-Out skirt: Naf Naf

Leather Fringe Bag: Paharganj

Leather Wrist band: Paharganj

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Photographer: Himanshu Rai

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

A Shape-shift Tale

"I paint with shapes"
-Alexander Calder

She was not made of desire, saccharine kisses or mid-summer dreams.

She wasn’t a thing of beauty, because she did not know what ugly was.

She was free within the periphery of her dreams.

She was lost, said some.
But that didn’t worry her because freedom was not her concern.

She was a prism, and their voices would permeate through her and take shape into colourful patterns which lit up her imagination and her ceiling in the stillness of a dark night.

She trapped everything that didn’t make sense and turned it into abstract art.

She wasn’t the sky, she was the stars that tessellated it.
Her spirit was so massive that it had to be fragmented into zillion, relatively smaller, but still massive, pieces of shiny trinkets.

She became the softness in the moonlight, she was the peak of a hill.

She had angles, one too many. It was difficult to fit her into anything.

So she started fitting things around herself instead. She was God’s interior decorator.

She was unfazed, unchallenged, and absolutely amorphous.

Ironically, she was geometry.