October Lately

Pursuit and pride are two crumbling reasons, why you want to be more. My fathers once told me, don’t believe an artist, he’ll keep you offshore.

Hunters and dames are deft at their target, and chased by power. This world would rather have dreamless nights for things they devour.

Leaders with loons on mainstream television pauses progress. Empowering the wrong holds up a bench of conceit and distress.

Virtues cross vices with their rusted voices, trading safety with adventure. Women with flammable feelings get unleashed by a little tinge of danger.

Shot by the vision and shook by the journey; a strider sensitises with a quirky wit, a rush, three shots of scotch and an warranted sense of destiny.

Twenty years of chasing the Orion, burning lovelorn tales and naivety, we shed the past, let go of hustles, and set the tone to build identity.

In the chase ahead, as you race, you’ll find aplenty wanting more, although as minds and feet travels spaces you’ll find yourself fetching less to soar.

Cultures and colours are split by a language, but stitched strongly by our humanity; like ballerinas from Bolshoi laces worldly dreams with dancer and actors, from Worli.

Lovers and poets only want tales on pink neon lights and purple rain. Funnily enough, finding happiness by ourselves is the simplest game.