Sometimes, I wonder if the artists from the Renaissance era painted from the palettes dipped in their tears or if writers carved words imbued in the innermost turmoil of their bleeding hearts. Redundancy. Of course.
Maybe I try too hard to lend substance to my existence or maybe I don’t try enough. Either way, it leads to a compromise between what I know and what I feel. I feel so small sometimes; like I am a nobody. Like an inkblot hidden inside a crumpled paper nestled in the corner of a study in an old, dilapidated English cottage basking in the aftermath of its decadence. I’m the inkblot and the cottage is the universe. There are unexplored avenues in the labyrinths of my mind, waiting to be discovered and yet they remain concealed in misty darkness. Perhaps, it is ignorance mingled with denial. Oh, what a fatal concoction these two make. It’s too difficult to remind myself, time and again, that the inkblot my very being seems to despise and condemn was born from an attempt at defining an aesthetic. The aesthetic being the elusive gold tinted thought that I must have had in the span of a fleeting moment.
I have to remember, that every time something like this beckons at the doorstep of my mind, I have to let it in. It is the only way. That one thought out of the several other ones is the light that will show me the way to the untrodden alleys in my mind. Every little thought deserves respect. And I shall give it that. Yes, I’ll be a thousand more inkblots and I’ll be the ink stains themselves on my organic fingertips and I’ll be the chiseled ink pens waiting to spill- words and emotions alike. And maybe someday, when I’ll gather these inkblots, they’ll come together and dance like the rustling autumn leaves do to the poetic winds.
January 12, 2017 at 2:16 pm
Lovely !
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January 12, 2017 at 2:19 pm
Thank you! xx
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January 12, 2017 at 2:36 pm
Hey..this was a really nice read!
And a Hi to an amazing inkblot from the inkblot this side. 😀
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January 12, 2017 at 5:23 pm
Thank you so very much. Let’s all just be inkblots. It would make so much sense to me. xD
Seriously though, i appreciate your words. As always.
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January 12, 2017 at 5:49 pm
I like being the inkblot! Just like a small infinity of unsaid words. Maybe dropped in the thought of a muse, or a hastily penned letter… Or simply when the word can’t contain the emotion of the ink and trickles away.
Quite amusing that way, really.
I love the way to think and write.
It gives me a multitude of reasons to think and let myself drown a little more than too often. 😉😊😊
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January 12, 2017 at 6:01 pm
Inked words, to put it simply, reflect a deep understanding of the human mind- of the one who pens those words down. And I agree with you. Inkblots are artsy. Nothing gives me more joy than looking at my ink stained fingers, seems like an aesthetic itself, eh?
I’m glad to hear your stream of consciousness through your words, they’re pure and interesting. Take care you!
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January 12, 2017 at 5:32 pm
I was left nearly breathless after reading this! It’s not often that one comes across such beautiful prose.. Looking forward to more of the same 👍😃
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January 12, 2017 at 5:35 pm
These words mean the world to me. Thank you for your warm words. I hope you’re having a lovely day. Take care and much love.
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January 12, 2017 at 5:49 pm
Beautiful writing!!
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January 12, 2017 at 6:01 pm
Thank you dearly.
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January 14, 2017 at 10:03 am
If an inkblot could be gold, it would be you. 🙂
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January 14, 2017 at 11:02 am
You’d make a fine one too mate. Much love.
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January 14, 2017 at 1:53 pm
Beautifully penned down👌👌
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January 14, 2017 at 2:02 pm
Thank you so much. xx
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January 15, 2017 at 10:22 am
This is so nice to read.. though imagining how small i am in the universe usually makes me feel good- makes me realise how trivial all my worries are 🙂
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January 15, 2017 at 6:15 pm
This is exactly what I wanted myself and my readers to feel. We are not what we are. Such paradoxical lives we lead, eh? In the end, it amounts to something beautiful though. Thank you for your words, Alex. xx
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January 15, 2017 at 8:01 pm
Yes, very much.. we are so very tiny, but yes so very beautiful! Thanks for your comment 🙂
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February 26, 2017 at 5:51 am
Your prose has such a beautiful flow to it. I loved reading this and I’m going to come back to your blog to read this again . It’s too beautiful. xx
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February 26, 2017 at 6:00 am
You’re too beautiful. Thank you for such kind hearted words. :’)
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February 26, 2017 at 6:04 am
You’re very welcome !!
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March 17, 2017 at 11:51 am
Your posts are full of beauty. The imagery is full of emotions. It left me wanderlust. 🙂
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March 17, 2017 at 5:18 pm
Thank you, Sheetal. Words like these, they’re all I need. Much love.
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March 19, 2017 at 3:24 pm
Absolutely. Much love.
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