#2Music: Middle by DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine

Woah! This is my second music post. I’m pretty excited about it. I hope you guys listened to Carnival of rust and Where do we draw the line by Poets of the fall. If you haven’t, do check out my post here.

Moving onto my second favourite, is this new song which is a collaboration between DJ Snake and Bipolar Sunshine.
Bipolar sunshine has given us many awesome songs and this one is his masterpiece for sure!

Please please watch the video, it’s so brilliant! I fell in love with the song as soon as I got my earplugs plugged in. ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Œ

So here is the link to the Music Video of:
Middle by DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine

๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰ https://youtu.be/IvPT2QuCIOA

Here is the link to the lyrics of the same:

๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰ https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/DJ-Snake-feat-Bipolar-Sunshine/Middle

Have fun! I am going to do the same.
Have a great day guys!
~Shambhavi โคโค

#1 Haiku: Rustic Ripples



I have never written a Haiku before. ๐Ÿ™ˆ
I was introduced to it here on WP and I’m still testing the water, cause I’m not very sure, this is my first Haiku and I hope I have done justice to the age old Haiku writing! ๐Ÿ˜Œ

                  Where will the boats go
                        Water is so calm
               Perhaps rust in the seawater.

P.S: A boat won’t sail in water so still, similarly we need a rough sea to sail our boat called life for an amazing journey and to cherish those moments later.


#Naturelove ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜



Calm waters
Green lushes
Cool weather
Path paved of gold
Countryside, merry men
Wooden holds of wine
Herd of sheeps..
River banks at peace
Motor boats gushing leaving trail
Sea gulls and parakeets
Hovering over them as they see.
A holiday home
Country song
One there, dreams of the hustle
Of the city, a better life.


Calm waters
Green lushes
Rising ball of gold
Crooked path, made of tar
Riverside, fishermen
Brick paved water- wells
A bull here, a cow there
Hens and chicks everywhere
Troubled waters of the sea
Boats, ferries, nylon expanse
Butterflies and cuckoos
Their love for flowers divine
A concrete here, a mud wall there
Folk songs echoing
One there dreams of hustle
Of the city, better life.
~ Shambhavi



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Happiness is finding that *missing piece*


Love is...

We all have things to be placed right and missing pieces in us which we don’t even know.
If you find that in him/her. Then what can be greater and amazing than that.
~ Shambhavi

    ใ€‹ใ€‹ใ€‹ใ€‹Have you found yours?ใ€Šใ€Šใ€Šใ€Š
           โ™กโ™กIf yes, never let him/her go.โ™กโ™ก
   โ™กโ™กIf no, then have faith to be united. โ™กโ™ก


Hey! This is an unusual post for me. If I haven’t shared this already, I love listening to music. I enjoy all genres and music of all time, preferably English songs.
I have a soft spot for the band: Poets of the Fall.
My all time favourite is:
ใ€‹ใ€‹ใ€‹ใ€‹CARNIVAL OF RUST By Poets of the Fall. ใ€Šใ€Šใ€Šใ€Š
^Click the above hyperlinked text for the video of the song!

They are poets! Something that I have in common with them, after love for music ofcourse! ๐Ÿ˜„

Recently, I stumbled upon this another piece by them called, WHERE DO WE DRAW THE LINE.
^Click the above hyperlinked text for the video of the song!
It is amazing with the lyrics so good, that it’s just awesome. Add it to your playlist for sure, if you enjoy Alternative Rock.

Here is a link to the song’s video:

๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰ https://youtu.be/9B7mp2D0E-w

Here is a link to the lyrics:

๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰ https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Poets-of-the-Fall/Where-Do-We-Draw-the-Line

Please let me know your favourites.
I think I am liking this music post. Will try this again for sure! ๐Ÿ˜€

P.S: All copyrights go to Google(for the image) & YouTube(for the amazing videos) and ofcourse to the Great Band: Poets of the fall(for the beautiful poetries with tunes).


Over the greens hopping by,
Abutting the paved bricks,
With grits and stones filled crevices.
Like that of an armor,
We wear to hedge ourselves.
From the unpredictability
Of broken dreams and shallow humanity.
Unaware, unperturbed, undisturbed,
She hops and hops,
Flies and hovers by-
Over the greens,
A solitary Mynah!
As I continue to walk,
With the armor,
Simulating the grit-filled crevices-
Of the bricks that pave along.
~ Shambhavi