Dream Catchers

Let’s walk together past fluid dreams.
Touch with our finger tips the viscosity of imagination and soak in the transparency of lost intentions.
Let’s hum to the tunes now redundant.
At times melancholy, at times rapturous. Zealously trace back our forgotten instincts.
Let’s make love like it’s our day last.
Exploit letters to create words and reward sentences with appropriate full stops.


Let’s marvel at archives in each others company.
Acknowledge the grain of sand that now sleeps on your finger each night.
Let’s for a moment forget all that could be.
Like a flight of birds let’s set our dreams free and live to watch them fly back next summer.
(Silk Top: Vintage, Skirt: Try Me, Shoes: Thrifted, Neckpiece: Colaba, Stacked bangles and pearls: Assorted, Watch: Asos, Clutch: Inc5,  On my lips: Colorbar’s Hot Hot Hot)
Photography: Nikhil Nair
I know I haven’t been able to post lately but it gets a tad difficult to shoot with 6 days at office and Nikhil’s commitment to several photography projects round the month. But yes, if you have been following me on Facebook, you will know how I am constantly sharing outfit inspirations, d-i-ys, etc.
On another note, you can read my interview with Atul Kasbekar, Anupam Kher and Sapna Bhavnani (yes, this is what kept me busy the whole of Jan!). Also watch this video and you might just spot me there!
You can follow me on Instagram @kavyadsouza for updates and more!
Till the next post,
There are 12 comments for this article
  1. Soumi at 4:03 pm

    “Zealously trace back our forgotten instincts”,I know how that feels.Did try it out.one question always haunts me,Kavya.How come your writing is always as beautiful as your smile,if not more?How come it ALWAYS,ALWAYS exudes so much positivity?I DO try but all I can manage are ugly,dark,cynic lines half of which don’t even make sense.

    • Streak Hue Fall at 9:03 pm

      You are only too kind Soumi. But as Neruda said “Give me all the pain of everyone. I am going to turn it into hope.” I often veil cynicism under the beauty of words. It’s cathartic. And in my experience, words treat you best when you are not too hard with them. Maybe you should stop ‘trying’.

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