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#1 Never make someone the centre of your life.
#1 Never make someone the centre of your life.
Why love, if not deeply, madly and crazily? Why love, if you aren’t going to dedicate your life to that one person? Why love, if you can’t live for them or die for them? So often, I’ve heard people saying “ Never make someone the centre of your life. “ But is it truly love if you don’t? Only when something becomes the centre of your life will you be able to give your everything to it and that is how love is supposed to be. That is the love and the only kind of it I know. Love is when you can communicate through your brain waves. Love is when you don’t need an explanation. Love is when words become irrelevant. Love is all about emotional connection.
Can two be restricted from being in loving? No, their ‘love-tie’ doesn’t get cut, even if restricted. Only physical actions can be restricted. Emotions can’t be restricted . Love is about emotional connection. Its an irreversible reaction. The bond it forms is stronger than an ionic one. In fact, two can be in love without being in contact for years, for love is in the heart and once one makes one’s way into your fragile heart, he/she will stay forever. Your heart is the point of no-escape. “ But they did leave from my heart “ , if you say, my friend, sorry to bust your bubble, for they never made their way into your heart, in the first place. There is a catch though. Your heart has place for only one true love. Its going to hold that one person in there till your last breath.
If you’re reading this, and have that true someone, let them know how much you love them. Write them songs. Write them letters. Travel thousands of miles for them. Tomorrow is uncertain. Uncertainty doesn’t have to mean death, but can come in different forms. Make them your world. Don’t be afraid of anyone or anything, because true love always wins. If your relationship is going through a difficult phase, face the test of love. Don’t just walk away from the treasure no matter how hard it may feel because in the end, it is always worth it. Love is rare. Its a gift. Don’t flush it down the drain.
My friend, compatibility is a spec when compared to love. Compatibility can’t create irreversible bonds like love. You can’t force love. Love has to happen. You either truly love someone, or never did in the first place. Cheers and respect to those who are out there, with that one person in their heart but not a part of their life, patiently waiting, with or without hope. They’re the proof that it need not be returned. True love has no bounds.
#2 Perennial love
#2 Perennial love
Clytie gazing at Apollo-the Helios,
Florets of yellow turnt up in green;
Florescence flutter in elusive ethos.
Sequined in dark and luminous emboss,
Ubiquitously florid, if only he'd seen;
Clytie gazing at Apollo-the Helios.
Carnations for Dahlia- swap and toss,
If only any less of a Hyacinth she'd been;
Florescence flutter in elusive ethos.
Upon rays, overburdened by dross,
Shunning all, stood in shadows of sheen;
Clytie gazing at Apollo-the Helios.
Air of hauteur, dew in beads of gloss,
One hardly knew, another too keen;
Florescence flutter in elusive ethos.
A perennial love, withered in seasons,
With myth and mystique in its reasons;
Clytie gazing at Apollo-the Helios,
Florescence flutter in elusive ethos.
#3 ‘Look’ for happiness
#3 ‘Look’ for happiness
We are so inclined to ‘look’ for happiness. Does it have a predestined path or are we just wanderers. I have always wondered why we should “seek" it. Why is it such a limited and far fetched idea of a state of being for some people? If yes, Why do some people think of a hundred different reasons to get sad and sink into melancholy with such ease, but cannot find one single reason to be happy? I have been there in that dark, desolate, comfortable spot of self pity and utter despair. Craving to be happy, but never being able to be happy. Every time I gave myself a “reason” to be happy, it was negated by another reason to further stay stagnated in my state of unhappiness.
But why? Why were these “reasons” of unhappiness making me “unhappy”? These were, after all just events. Turnouts. Mechanical. Lifeless. Consequential. Then why was I unhappy? Was it my Constriction? That's exactly what it was. I was constricting myself by converting these mere turnouts into reasons of unhappiness. To self pity and disappointment. And where was this constriction coming from?
It doesn’t have an objective source, it's refracted. As conscious beings we are designed to reciprocate in accordance to how things are around us. In accordance to the standards of the conscious behaviour around us. This reciprocation eventually becomes the standard we hold ourselves to. So in true sense, we are constricting ourselves to the standards of the human beings around us. What they want us to be? How they want us to be? What makes THEM happy?
I feel like, happiness is found in individual expression. This expression will surface only when we break free from this vicious cycle of reciprocity. The Freedom from comparison that results from this reciprocity. The freedom to feel whatever it is that we are going through, by standards that stem from our own individuality and uniqueness. In the end, I think its the choice to be just free that will help us feel happiness, for it is truly not a thing to attain but a by-product of a courageous choice to be free.
#4 Are you awake?
#4 Are you awake?
" Are you awake? " he whispered.
" Of course not! " I said fuming.
" Come, I've got to show you something."
" It's the middle of the night ! By the way if you haven't noticed I'm angry at you for eating the last of the cake. I didn't even get a bite!"
" Just trust me on this and come."
I sighed. Groggily followed him to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and there sat the last of the chocolate cake in all its glory , glistening and juicy.
" I thought you ate it !" , I said utterly surprised.
" No I didn't. I took it away so that our little cousins wouldn't. I saved it for you cause I know it's your favourite."
So there in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, sat two siblings on the kitchen floor in the refrigerator light rejoicing the last piece of cake, knowing they had each other's backs.
And love had not known its purest form until then.
#5 I dread the day
#5 I dread the day
September 29, 2017
1:20 am
I dread the day you will finally fall for another girl.
The day you'll finally remove my dusty portraits from that dark corner of your mind, and a new light shine upon your long-forgotten rooms.
I wonder if your eyes will glitter with that spark i had seen years back, the very day i first met you.
I wonder if your cheeks will give way to those long lost dimples that i had long ago fallen for.
I wonder if you will spare your precious nights over the phone discussing the stars, the dreams, and the lives.
I wonder if your canvas which were so used to my curves will witness a new face.
I wonder if you will backpack with her on that trip to Paris we had so dreamt of.
I wonder if you will sit by that window in the cafe down the lane, staring into the depth of her eyes.
I wonder if you will go on movies, her hands clutched tightly within yours.
I wonder if you will finally shut out that door to my memories and throw away the key.
I dread the day my shadows will finally leave your darkest and deepest corners and light fills them fully again.
I dread the day I'll finally wake from the fascinating dream that you were and realize that i had forgotten to live.
#6 How to write a love letter
#6 How to write a love letter
I know I never say what you want to hear
With unfinished love letters
And incomplete kisses
How can mere paper hold
What I feel for you
When my own bones
Hardly succeed to keep it inside of me
I can write all the right words
But I can never speak of it
But I'm better with actions
Better at wiping tears
Holding you close when you feel lost
Trading sleep to calm your thoughts and fears
I guess I'm better at loving than
Saying I do.
#7 What are the odds?
#7 What are the odds?
"What are the odds?", they'd say, like they were discussing the weather. Would there be snow or monsoon showers?
Is it distinction? Is it disparity? Or is it plain old discrimination? Are these odds favored or challenged?
Maybe it's the chances that we take. But, is that all?
Everything that ever happened with you and me was nothing, but probable? How could I have known, was never good at math to begin with.
#8 When we're 80
#8 When we're 80
Maybe when are 80,
Having lived our lives,
With grays in our hair and wrinkles on our skin,
We'll sit on a park bench and tell each other things we couldn't tell when we were younger.
But, only this time with no fear of being let down.
#9 Sleep
#9 Sleep
#10 The Nightmare
#10 The Nightmare
You go back to sleep hoping for a nightmare,The calm relief of terror washing over an unending void.Consciousness is agitatingAnd you don’t like agitationBut, how long can you sleep for?
How long untilThe void fills out and you feel nothing.The walls are closing in; crowding around you,But, you feel numbYou can tell the walls are closer nowThe dark feels even darkerThe sadness more melancholicBeing awake is a new kind of painLike stubbing a toe But, just the discomfort with none of the feelings
So you give up and give inGo back to sleepHoping to feel somethingAnything at allAnything.
The nightmare welcomes you,You embrace itIt’s the only way you feel.It’s all that remains real.The chaos bring out a calmA calm that strikes fear in your core, but a calm nevertheless
Soon the nightmare is all there isThe panic and fear is all there isBut, you don’t mind itIt’s the only way you feel nowIt’s all you have now
So you go back to sleep Hoping for a nightmareHoping to feel all that you can’tHoping you don’t wake upHoping for death.
How long untilThe void fills out and you feel nothing.The walls are closing in; crowding around you,But, you feel numbYou can tell the walls are closer nowThe dark feels even darkerThe sadness more melancholicBeing awake is a new kind of painLike stubbing a toe But, just the discomfort with none of the feelings
So you give up and give inGo back to sleepHoping to feel somethingAnything at allAnything.
The nightmare welcomes you,You embrace itIt’s the only way you feel.It’s all that remains real.The chaos bring out a calmA calm that strikes fear in your core, but a calm nevertheless
Soon the nightmare is all there isThe panic and fear is all there isBut, you don’t mind itIt’s the only way you feel nowIt’s all you have now
So you go back to sleep Hoping for a nightmareHoping to feel all that you can’tHoping you don’t wake upHoping for death.
#11 Modern Art?
#11 Modern Art?
Renaissance art is the painting, sculpture and the decorative art of the periods of European history which emerged in Italy in about 1400 BC. Renaissance art, perceived as the noblest of the ancient traditions, which paved the foundation stone to the Classical antiquity. But the tradition was transformed by the absorbing recent development in art by applying contemporary scientific knowledge. In many parts of Europe, Early Renaissance art was created in parallel with Late Medieval Art.
Modern art are those artistic works produced during roughly from the 1860s to the 1970s which denotes the styles and philosophy of art during that period. The term is associated with the art traditions of the past that have been thrown aside as the spirit of experiment. The notion of modern art is closely related to Modernism.
HOW DIFFERENT IS MODERN ART FROM THE POST MODERN?
Modern art is “the cultural expression of the historical moment of modernity”. One of the ways of defining a modern art is, that not to define. Modernism spans a huge variety of artists and kinds of art. Modern art is the expression of individual’s eyes. The Renaissance art, high premium was to put on imitating nature.
Renaissance, derived from the French word “Rebirth”, was labelled because of the exact function as it acted as a “rebirth” of classical styles taken from ancient Greek and Roman artists in The European Renaissance. Conversely, Modern artists sought in many ways directly rebel against classicism. The key distinction between modern and the post-modern art was a shift of focus away from the aesthetic beauty to the underlying concept of the work. Modern art is more expressive and less formal than ancient art. It questions or rejects the traditional means, treatment, or mind set of creating art. Modern art reflects artists and perspectives. On the other hand, ancient art was impersonal and conformed to the society and society as a whole.
Unlike ancient art, modern art can be produced by any person from any country. It is not unique to any culture or society; it has worldwide and global appeal. Modern art includes Cubism, surrealism, Dadaism, impressionism, art nouveau, art deco, etc. in contrast, ancient art doesn’t have any art moments.
Modern art is therefore a unique and expressive way of art than the renaissance art. It is less formal and reflects on a particular person while the ancient art focuses on the human lifestyle.
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