Abhay Kalsi

On Battleship Hill. - "The scent of thyme carried on the wind, Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again. Cruel nature has won again. On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches, A hateful feeling still lingers, Even now, eighty years later. Cruel nature. Cruel, cruel nature. The land returns to how it has always been. Thyme carried on the wind. Jagged mountains, jutting out, Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth. On Battleship Hill I hear the wind, Say "Cruel nature has won again." - //Polly Jean Harvey

"Hate Text for Homophobes" 15:20 w/ Stuti Chitnis - Who dare hurt anyone cradling that sin on their lips The sin that makes man love man? The sin that soaks life in molasses-sweet passion? That desire that dare not peek at the sun? Who dare steal from the one who can love? The one whose heart knows no arrow Who hungers for touch of her own kind, Who adores, worships and dies for curves The very ones of the lips that could rewrite history. Who dare kill the twice-loved child? Once for a schoolboy, the next for the spinster Nightly both sit, and beg the heavens To bring back the lass with the lovelorn eyes. Who dare punish for loving? For seeking? For growing? For being the ultimate human? The zenith of the Will? Whomsoever dare, may they perish And so shall they perish by the fire in the passions they killed. - "Red Room" - Hiatus Kaiyote.

porter playing peeyano.

an island above clouds.

blush blush.

"return to innocence" w/ Suhani Pathak - Manifesting these memories in these cold-blooded hours, a string of blurry somethings beaded in my heart. A pondering mind with wondering eyes. The sky changed colors through the street lights. Stories that I heard rocking on those tree-trunk arms; fairies, kings, queens, and some broken hearts. The stars used to stare back and whisper the secrets, a ghostly smile plastered on my cheeks. The shadows left behind, of all things, are now remembered in remembrance. People say it was a phase well lived. Paint on hands and paint on cheeks, paintings of innocence painting memories. The heat of summers and mangoes on trays, laughter echoes in the veranda of that lonely rented mansion now held in a yale. Life was a puzzle now left unsolved; scattered in my hands, indeed, a showoff. Trustful promises falling like autumn falling in vain. Falling is my faith, the faith that I held past bedtimes when the stories came alive. Now that I wonder it was a freedom that I tasted, freedom from guilt, and unclear statements. A free spirit that was ready to flow off now lays tangled in the corrupted, barbed state of mind - a different stage of life. Missing the stages left behind, defining with words, a time when words looked jumbled in my crystal clear eyes. A gamble for time. We have gambled the past and now live the sinful present, rampaging through cassettes of impressions left behind, playing the one tagged "innocence". In this one, nostalgia holds a depressing high.

"Portrait of a Time" - Peter Cat Recording Co. - "Look darling, I suggest we hurry The stars and all the gravy Oh baby I know Just let me be That time we never wanted Is now put into practice Oh baby I know Just let me dream."

"REACH FLAWLESNESS" w/ Shafia Mehak - "Bodies saturated with love and affection, Often referred to as ugly, Are not. They are bodies impregnated with gratitude and grace. Gratitude to be born that way, and grace to be that beautiful. When you label your body as hideous, Remember, you are giving people space and freedom to call you that too, And you are giving them the odds to label and objectify you. But humans are not meant to be labeled as "ugly" or "beautiful"; They are contagious, contagious to love. So whenever you advert your body as "ugly" just because it's fat, You are making other people believe that being fat is a flaw. And darling, We all know it's not. ~ All bodies are good bodies. Fat, ugly are just labels. And the only way to not let these labels become your identity is to feel free and to flaunt who you are."

"The Golden Time - Anemoia" w/Dhruv Ahuja - The days of old Back when I wasn't "old" When the President was bold And not a bald fraud Before the time of the smart phone Simpler times, easier lives What a cohort Days spent basking in the ol' sunshine Phones weren't a thing back then Grunge was the rage, pop upcoming Witnessing Jackson's rise was thrilling Walkmans, revolution! I remember the sensations Those long cycling trips with friends Waiting for the ice cream vans Siestas spent with buddies Fishing, camping, cards God, I miss those times Smaller lives, simpler times What a time it was back then Nokia, remember that? Bang a nail in the wall with that brick The 90s Bring a smile to my face, A tear to the eye, Of a now aging life- The Golden Time.

Migrating. - "Fantasy" - The xx.

color_study// RainbowDodo. - "Swimming" - Kero Kero Bonito.

Navy Cut. - "How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful" - Florence + The Machine

Highlighter Princess. - "Faith Made of Silk" - Nicolas Jaar

Almost Blue. - "This Side Of The Blue" - Joanna Newsom