Lakeside Memories
A shadow of conches talks to me,
By the lakeside, as she walks with me;
We giggle like toddlers in a day dream,
Her nose still has the mousse cake cream.
As my hair slowly drenched every minute,
With her camera she took pictures of me,
Our hearts shone like a filament,
When hand in hand I walked with thee.
Carefree we walked in the mud,
And smelled flowers in the rain;
She smiled like a blooming rose bud,
Wish I keep reliving these memories again.
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Anuj Mahadik
"Creativity is contagious, let it poison you." Says this 22 year old artist and poet from Mumbai, India who doodles, scribbles and clicks during his wanderlust travels across the country while exploring Heavy Metal festivals and Marijuana plantations alike. He is in a complicated relationship with his Epiphone Viola Bass, a true classic beauty! According to him, cooking is a stress buster, kittens are therapy and dark chocolate is a medicine :)
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