Baskadia

As Above, So Below

The Principle of Hermetic Philosophy

Here

The main stage of all levels of the universe is the visible world. No matter how low, no matter how dirty, no matter how despicable, this is where the lives of beings are determined. This is where history is. Here comes the scene. This is where it comes into play. This is where the proof is. No matter how much everything is intertwined and full of chaos, this is where the truth always tries to become a reality. All knowledge, all ideas, all hopes, all love and aspirations, will have no value if

For you

A wedding vow so uncommon

A forty-eight paged essay on why storms are named after people

Love Story Poetry

Kabhi udaas ho jayo to btana mujhe fir se apna dil denge tumhe khelne k liye

I miss you

A message to the one we yearn for forever...

My "Allah"

The way I seek my creator....

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Thank you

Melody of a broken heart…

वे पागल लोग

कुछ पागल है सरहद पर खड़े हैं, उनकी वजह से हम सुरक्षित खड़े हैं, आंधी हो तूफ़ान हो रुकते नहीं है वे, सरहद को सुरक्षित रखते हैं वे, गोली चलाना नहीं है चाहते, हिंसा को बढ़ाना नहीं है चाहते ।। पर कुछ गद्दारो के लिए पूरी गोली खाली करते हैं, हाँ ये वही पागल है जो हमारे लिए मरते है ।। अपना आशियाना साजाना उनका ख्वाब नहीं होता, सरहद पर कोई घुसपेठ करे उनसे बरदाश्त नहीं होता, छाती अपनी आगे करके खड़े हो जाते हैं, लहू की होली खेल खेल कर आंसमा छु जाते हैं ।। हिम्मत नहीं हारते वे, गोली चलाना बेखुबी जानते ह