'Strictly Fashionable' - A clothing story!

And so i take you backwards, on a journey which will take you forward.

We've been waiting too long to enter the new voice, where your actions create ripples through time to provide for a solid background, a place where you can work hard and touch the stars. The relationship between colors, and how they mingle to create exquisite desires.
We are the designers. 

Open from above, and accepting change with love,
it's a new destination we've reached this time.
You see it's all about cohesion, what you allow,
and what you respect, what you discard, and what you accept.
When creativity knows no bounds,
so does the world and it's holographic sounds.
You move within a story to find another one creating it, to analyse it, is narrating it.

My favorite role model - 'Prama' by Pratima Pandey

This is not a one man army,
this is called collective farming.
We sow the same seed,
and our actions work towards the same deeds,
where belief is the strongest vehicle,
speed now above sound,
we are  moving with the light.
What will you fight?
They send us gifts of treason,
they lay down spikes and challenge us over reason,
they try and make the movement stop,
they cannot see the plant grow it's stalk.
But now you'll know, the weather is our flow,
and so was yours.
Season of change is here.

I cannot stress much more importance on the fact, Winter is here.
From countless memoirs ago,
i've set this grand show,
and now you will finally know,
what is called the 'Global Flow'.
Currents coming in from the north, waves evolving in the south,
the medium is in havoc.

Well, not yesterday it wasn't,
but today my friend, is a new day.
The moon has finally set forth the cycle of change,
and now begins the solar exchange.
Get ready, the show goes on.
You wanted to rumble in my jungle? I take you on.

Konichiwa!

Rehane - Crazy about color

The small difference between exposure and sensuality is what counts,
Gently graceful is always the winner,
that soft skin that flaunts.
The serenity is found in the calmness of the walk.
The goodness is shown with the tolerance in the talk.
The fashion world has danced to the tunes of romance,
and tasted a pinch of our world of freedom.

Co-existence has secured a future destination.
Where youth, music, and fashion collide.
Waves of celebration over and over arise.
Work seems like a ramp of revelation, its like being the play-station.
Explore now what your hard work has got you,
where you sit and what you teach.
It's because this new aura has a lot to teach.

Yes, We're going to a party.

We're in the middle of the storm yet you seem so calm, water all around us.
We're floating in the ocean and there's beauty all around.
Keep an aim, discard the fame and a simple smile will do, as we privately view the new.
Instances so few where you fall and still smile, it's the golden Nile.

Ruchika Sachdeva's 'Bodice'

The middle east is now one with us, and now we have the power to take this country of divinity far.
We have worked together, and this bond shall stay forever.
Our names written in history but we stay quiet, because limelight is not our stage.
Now comes the mature phase.
We are the creators of the show, we are the simple flow.
We sit and do wonders with our hearts, our words shooting in the atmosphere like stars.
Born to be wild, there's true happiness tonight.

Mrinalini's take on Desaturation

Dance to glory, and spread the story.
India has won, the enemies rid of their guns.


 Political power has ceased and agreed,
as we plant the new seeds, and just water the gentle stalk, interact with humble talk.
The designers of today, are the gods of tomorrow, they aim to rid this world of only sorrow.
With garments ending on an Epiphany, the paranoia is over.
It's time to flower.

Insight...
Ages have passed but we learn from the past,
how memories make the dreams last.
It's not about our will, that we see the shrill,
we can only learn, then unlearn and be stern.
As the models walk, and the press talks,
 it's our story being told for the world to be bold.

This world accepts the new generation, and trains begin to enter new stations,
this grand show held every year, teaches the world not to loosen up to fear.
As we grow so do our new age children, they bend the laws of  logic and reason.

Ritesh Kumar's Paranoia

That's what it's about, isn't it?
How creativity binds and gives rise to the legit?
We have the power, and its not our mind,
it's the heart that has our direction confined.
We are part of the divine, and we get finer with age, just like wine.

It's a true story, captains of our own ship,
we sail on the seas analyzing our own trip.
And as we do, we enter the new void,
where people may stop and stare to find.
But there is nothing here left to avoid.
We have our own voice.

Paromita Banerjee's refreshing take on tradition

Our powerful vision.
We know how and when to make a decision.
Similar atmospheric presence we see,
we capture the essence like the everlasting trees.
And as the humblest of designers say,
never forget your roots,
never look for the fruit.
In abundance and harmony we flow,
we make friends wherever we go.
No good deed goes unnoticed,
no greed unpunished.
Choose to be honest,
choose to be compassionate and rumble in this wild forest.
This world is only one, but its works are a million,
and as we cover miles a trillion;
We believe in deliverance,
 we choose our own conveyance;


We makes events last, we ride the people of unnecessary dark.
We see only with clarity, and we define whats sanity.
Its a mad world true, but the 'mad' is the new sane.
And as always, from plasticity we refrain.
Glamour is alright, but from simplicity comes insight.
Do your job but don't make it your lief, and you'll see.
The world is full of spice!

Darkly romantic fantasy by Nitin Kartikeya

The grand fiesta teaches how to be free.

Free from desire, free from thought, absorbed in work;

Never to let the silence drop.

How to reach the stillness embedded within you,

when all around you chaos inculcates the new.

Whatever may come we stand like a tree.

Rooted to the earth, this is not a first.

We've learnt from civilizations gone by,

its not all hard, you just have to give it a hearty try.

When you know you can't run,

when you know you've all got to be right here.

Try and only clear this collective haze, and give rise to a new phase.

Where manifests what is truly needed, not according to you.

Only how destiny had pleaded.

And as always, we sail in acceptance.

Of what was, is and will be.

Abraham & Thakore 'Simple'

We are now free.

New music, and the new walk.

They bring in the new dew, the atmospheric presence is no more few.

There is equality in the presence and there is similar essence.

Rimi Nayak's ' Miss Type '

The ramp walk begins, and we count their sins, and then they count ours.

Who will emerge as the new star?

Will you go far, beyond your physical body,

or will you just sit there and let the boss do the talking?

Whatever it is you choose, i will assist you with our creativity infused.

Let's make some music, it's the new sound.

And that is how the difference is found.

Time to astound.

Media..mediator.

What a world it may seem!

Where everything fits from dresses to shoes, hair and persona.

Where people flaunt their internal fauna.

It shows how this world of synchronicity is made up.

Wherever you go, you find a pre-nup.

An agreement to watch, sit and stare.

As beauty shows its colorful flairs.

In elegance lies the power, in ignorance there's only dark.

Carry yourself to the simplest of people,

they provide you the definition of reason.

Anupama Dayal's 'Gulabi' collection

There is no room for even the justified treason,

as you see only what you are,

that's your sacred power.

Disregard the rest, and take it off as just a dress.

Throw on your single piece,

and rush to the beauty beach, preach what you teach.

Forever stays the magic, you have the perfect packet.

The media is inspiring to the world which is conspiring.

Follow your soul, to the people who are bold.

And have their story as yours, told.

Elasticity is the new world, where the next turn unwinds.
The new look, the old fashion.
How it's molded into our world, and how its concepts are told.
How its inspirations are formed into garments of silk and cotton.
How the length of the cloth shortens and creates a new pattern.
From psychedelia to dark, from traditional to the new age spark.
Everything flows in connectivity and travels at the aid of electricity.

Modern Tradition.

The inventions have a mask, the real face hides in the dark.
It's purpose is to be show, in cameras and ramps alone.
The one true message, we are all one.
Whether its money, whether its play.
Whether its showbiz, whether we run stray.
The only cause is to make the crowd applaud,
because they only buy what they see.
From the fragments of their own vision.
Whilst your creativity may get you places,
it's their creativity which will plant your traces.
So put on your new face, and enter the dawn.
It's simple business and simple talk.
All we have to do, is enter the shop.
Welcome.

Power of Indian women.
Designer : Tanieya Khanuja

Namaste!
Love and light from New Delhi.
Thank you to all the beautiful designers and models for this story.
We shall go forth, go far!
Thank you FDCI for this mind-opening experience.
And thank you, team DMD!
#wifw, #fdci, #wills, #fashion, #india, #glam
Love, music and grace!
Kartik Bajaj.

Synchronicity

The journey from the end to the beginning - Part I

And so i take you down a road, trodden on,
walked upon, passed by, 
but no one seems to notice the rough raw support it provides,
and has provided for era's together!
Talk about foundation, is it just a word with no meaning?
Most people realize the value of a foundation.
It's the source, the first step.
The point from where everything comes,
and the point where everything will end.
So what is this new evil trend we try,
and send on this roads natural bend?

Men. Power. Ruling. Dominance.
Where do you thing it has got you? how is it, that we, 
being the most supreme intellectuals,
as we are born to be, fall down to the shades of ignorance,
and disregard for humanity itself.
How is it, that we have become the walking dead,
with the vision of degenerating disguise.
I once again bring you upon the ocean.
Earth. Divine mother Earth.
You stand upon it and you dare to conquer it?
With your sly visions and your selfish appetite!
And you dare call it insight?
How can you be so naive and call it victory 
when your own soul's mate you trade?
You try and walk over women with all their aura and golden light, 
try to crush her intricate sense of self,
her veins of universal blood, you try and cut?
Just because you think you can?

Well, i am a man. Our voice, us.
 We are all men, the best of them, aiming to be.
To reach untouched heights, and we are proud to tell you.
Men, lost the battle.
You see, women are the divine creators of this universe we dwell in,
 let alone mother Earth.
And the masculine side,
has let down their values to sink down into lower realms,
the parasitic degenerate nest,
full of hunger, greed and selfish deeds and planting evil seeds.
But what you didn't realize, is that there is sorcery still alive.
The shamans, they thrive.
Tantra, Witchcraft, purely white.
Purely true. The all seeing. Clairvoyance.

Expression. The power that comes from within.
The time has come, now you will see.
We are all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
That, friend. Is what feminine energy is all about. 
Men were made to be of white aura, women of golden.
Now we have moved towards black aura, 
as men from lower dimensional lifestyles,
tried to make their mark on this world.
No more.

Your judgement has arrived. Sentenced to death, yet alive.
Walk dead, you are free. Your powers have been seized.
All you who have sinned, the Russian Roulette begins.
Your games for may, have landed you in the midst of the magic.
White wizardry i call it.
Where nothing goes unseen, and we laugh with joy.
The clean.
It's the soul you've been,
that decides your true seed, so take the bullet.
Put it in your gun. 
But we will decide, if you can fire it straight.
Into your heart, or into your brain.
Now you will be left with only one.
And fear, if it's your heart.
It will show you what you have done.
And for your mind, the journey has just begun. Chaos.

And so the band of illusions play..

Walking on a new path, he discovers the dark.
The unfamiliar surrounding makes him uncomfortable.
How can this surprise you, yet again?
Haven't you still hit the point of realization,
where you understand your own daemon?
And man up to kill it? No, i don't think so :)
Oh, how can you child.
When you still believe it's just another trip, another journey.
Something which will come to end when you can finally close your eyes.
Well, your soul is crying. Can you not hear me shout?
It is just a trip. But the trip called LIFE.

Oh, you're scared of this form are you?
Who is this person? Wasn't he my friend.
Who are these people, what are these strange trends?
And now you're in a million little pieces.
It's not just a dream. It never was just a dream.
It's you and the nature of parasitic sorts along you.
Just another brick in the wall and still you stand tall?
I'll tell you.

You''ll never get up until you embrace the fall.
The wild calls, don't you want to explore it all?
I guess you just want to hide for now, whilst your fields we plow.
Artistic clans are not made by man.
We were sent from above, any insecurity we shall shove.
For the time is now, and all that matters is here.
Ego shows, and so does fear.
Denial and smile don't go together, go pick up your feathers.
Your wings have been fell.
Fly another day. There is no more hay, no landscape.
No way you can escape.
You are now in the grave.
Till you scream and shout, and try and make a new self sprout.
Because time has been lost, that will never come back. Track.

White light, golden insight.

Track every minute from now, 
because little by little, the night comes around.
 And it's dark.
The knife is sharp. But violence? No.
Silence. Yes. Of course you're bound to be silent,
The rest not so surprised,
because the day has come where together we strive.
A child has been left behind.
A child who never grew, to whoever it wants to prove,
has left, there is no more air in the chest.
The path was always blessed,
but why was it never dressed?
In the new moon of the winter, 
when witches and wizards, wolves and vampires, 
dragons and zombies, animals and demons, and renegades survive.
Who will you hide behind?

The magic you will stumble upon.
 There is a new king in town.
Don't you again make him frown. 
Compassion is something which has been taken too much for granted.
The ones you had once taunted now dare you to be flaunted.
We are not the minority anymore.
Come, dare to soar.

Who am i? to say such to you, you question.
Who am i you ask, you laugh like you haven't been seen?
I am the all seeing, the all absorbing, the power,
the sacred energy of the universe.
I am the ocean from which everything has arose. 
Kalyani. The union.
And in the end you will come to seek rest on my soft bed, but dread.
For if you know your darkest truths,
i will make you reap it's fruit.
The fruit of who you truly are.
You will surpass my soft bed,
the holy nest, and you will drop into fire.
My better half.
The water and the flame are bound in sacred union.
The divine flame. 
The burning queen. 
You have heard about woman power.
Now see it, with your own eyes.
You, who are open to suggestibility,
you will not see tranquility.
Of course, i am not the judge, i am the messenger.
With my vision, sight. You can try and fight.
But my mere words are grabbing you by your throat.
You will slowly ingest the fire. Smile.
Its all you can do, because the divine spirit is here.
The balance between masculinity and femininity. 
The day wears our crown,
the night wears the divine mother's frown.
Time to drown.

The journey from the beginning to infinity - Part II

Oh, you have not known the magical power of love.
My eyes have seen you, and in you i have seen faith.
The world is small, and we are omnipresent.
We are the women of clarity and sons of sanity.
The ever absorbing. The muses rapt.
The sensitives will be king.
There's a paradigm shift going on.
Once again, we have arrived to the land of the Anunnaki.
The land of the ancients, live every breath with them.
Share wisdom, share knowledge.
Freedom we have found.
Welcome to the void.

A little girl, with nothing wrong,
and she's all alone! how?
Why?

How can such a beautiful creation of divine presence be alone?
It's because she is also the omnipresent, as we all are.
Seeing, knowing, feeling and being.
Suffering, pain and darkness.
When all you are is shining golden light.
Must be tough, of course.
It's the road less taken.
But we have stumbled upon golden days.
I found you. But then again, you found me.
Your pure silence.
Expresses a million butterflies dancing in the forest,
wrapped up in the comfort of the sun,
with the cool breeze whispering in our ears,
Oh we found, us.

The magic we now see, love.
It is always there.
You just have to Focus, Zoom In, and Enter.
Grab it.
Two eagles soar up the limitless universe,
the sky is only an illusion.
It was never the limit. 
Travelling galaxies, interstellar space. Infinity.
And at the high point, we embrace each other, hold hands, dive.
Across the universe.
Freedom, expression, faith, Shanti:h, Shakti.

Let's be weird together :)

Sunrise.
So a new page opens for us to discover
the pages of the book already written,and we are asked to read and be.
Molded and folded into a world of captivity,
where suffering is creativity as power is run by the hands of a few.
But the game we are about to chew because they only have a mind to play,
we have a heart no one can fray.
So lets raise our vibration and park our trains in their stations,
and screech our horns till the rose is rid of it's thorns.
Half the battle we've already won.

Tidal waves shower upon us like a day already occurred in the moonshine
of the night already passed and brings in the now which may be an extension.
An extension of the past about to occur as the present building a new future,
as we move into the moment.

Cluster and chaos may surround and we laugh and love in joy to prove,
non-existence of the existing terminology.
And we dance to our beats and disperse the heat, we don't need the cheats.
Lies have been told, memories torn to pieces and no regard has remained,
of what once was.
So, we gracefully breeze through and once more, we love.
Love like no other.
Truth prevails. Always has. Always will.
The triumph of good, over evil. As it should.

We create new wood. As the earlier trees have dried their own roots dry.
And we've learnt there's no point in crying.
The old days are dying.
And everyone is smiling. Shining.

Ascension connection.
Worthy are the beings of light as we know now.
We have won the fight.
The question remains that will the insults stain, or will our laughter prevail.
There's joy and celebration and we are called towards magic and creation.

The Pleadian Connection as she rises towards ascension.
No more can lies hide and no more will we blindly confide.
Happy birthday, 10 September 2013.
She gives rise to a sacred tide that will wash away all the sacrifice.
The pain will be gone and the devils will frown as they can transcend no more,
into our holy existence.
The European connection has synchronized itself into a weave of cloth and grains.
We give rise to a new garment of design.
The teacher, the healer and the creator. All in one sea.
All part of the ocean.
Of limitlessness. Of time and space.
We expand together, we forge new metal.
The shield and the sword which can only be witnessed. 
Always in action, and always blocking reactions.
Touch it and it will take away a big fraction and blind their hateful attraction.
Melt the game into their own frame.
Seal them in their own shame.

Travel through cosmos, harmonizing dimensions into one sea.
Digital art by Erika Nasticka
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Relationships become holy as we unfold the story of lies becoming clearer,
as nothing hides from the eyes that shine.
Reflection and deflection of your own thoughts into the air,
it carries itself around the majestic land and caresses the holy sand.
We once again become a part of where we come from.
The grassroots level.
Back down to the basics we glide into freedom as this is how it is like to wrestle, 
with no holds barred.
Truth is everywhere. Look at it. Stare.
But don't let go of who you are and you shall go far. 
Magic lies in the forest.

The den.

Back, from the holy land, of course things never go as planned. So why let the gates be manned?
Expect nothing but the best, and be prepared for the worst, clench your thirst.
Let go of the past, and live in the now and you will see how creativity shaped everything there is.
Everything to come into a color filled butterfly and give you flight. Into music.
Happiness, clarity, and vision. The man with a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.

You just have to make a decision and auto pilot in silence out of the unnecessary violence.
The game is over. And a new one is born.
Yes, it is about power and the women stand tall.
Take my call, break my fall.

This world is small and mejestically big at the same time.
So smile. Unwind.
Glide.

 Lots of love and power to the vibes, to NIFT Bengaluru & the inner circle.
You are wonderful, bright and shining women.
Create, go limitless!

Namaste :)
Soul Psykik & United Expansion of Mind
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