Such worthless wonders claiming to own and rule this world. Truth is, they’re not us, they can never be. They’re magpies and street dogs and ravens cloaked in human skin. Their ambitions are reduced to dust and their lives are mediocre. Such blandness repulses the core of my being. To live like them is to live in vain and for all the thousand lifetimes I get, I’ll choose to be wise and be one with my art rather than kiss the gravel and breathe in their dirt clad gutters. God gave me wings, yet I love my roots a little too much. It’s all about redemption in the eyes of that bleary image you see of yourself in the mirror. Doubt and despair rises like a black burst of smog, it tries so hard to choke these lungs. Yet, we inhale. Some choose to rise above this empty laughter and leave the unceasing desire to be normal. The ones who do so are the ones who thrive. Simplicity is a child, a flower that blossoms in the middle of nowhere. It’s the storms that shape you. Don’t get me wrong, but beauty is in chaos, in the perfumed pertubations of our heavy hearts. They will worship whatever glitters. Yellow sunlight and a flock of birds. That’s not imagery, that’s convention. That’s the norm. We’ve been taught and told to like all these things ever since we’ve walked this planet which is why every damn kid out there tries to chase the light. What is this light, anyways? As a grown up, I know now that it’s nothing to be chased. It is within me. I am the light I radiate and that’s about it. Nothing romantic about it. Glorification of beauty makes it rust, it’s like tasting honey with sugar. Saccharine suicide. These painted lives, they’re supposed to have all the colors, even the dark ones, stolen from every spectrum, from every galaxy, from every shade that there ever was. Even the sunlight smells sleep, at last. I know not why but even the night sky seems to be so much more beautiful when it’s dark. So, take my hand and don’t look back. All I want for us is nothing more than every color in our palette. The ones who are too absorbed in mediocrity will perish soon and that’s when we’ll come out to celebrate a life meant for living the way we live it- in colors that don’t even exist yet.
Vee
Hi there! Such a warm, breezy day it is outside as I am slowly gliding my hands from word to word to create a symphony among the randomly-arranged alphabets swept across the keyboard. okay no. This is who I am. Details,basically. Details overwhelm me. Gleaming motifs suffused with color. Dark shadows in narrow alleys. Subtle sunlight through the canopies. Air redolent with mist. I love anything and everything capable of enticing me into a deep thought process. Soft drizzles. Pine woods. Streaks of freshly mown grass. I love music and literature and books and photography and travel. Yes. perception and perspective. love and laughs. rocks and rivers. And this is what I intend to do. Write for my love for writing. The sheer pleasure. Let it be eccentric, unconventional, beautiful, what have you. This is me. Welcome to the world of a whimsical and wandering soul. P.S.- don't forget to gaze through the window panes. x]
October 5, 2017 at 4:54 pm
So nice Vi! Keep it coming! ❤
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October 5, 2017 at 4:56 pm
Thank you, jer. :’)
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October 5, 2017 at 5:58 pm
You fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. Truely a wordsworth fan , aren’t you?
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October 6, 2017 at 3:38 am
Oh, this is more inclined towards S.K Nicholas. He’s my favorite. And, I’m afraid I cannot emulate wordsworth’s tranquility in my work. His Fan, I can be and will always be. Thank you, jukebox. x
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October 5, 2017 at 6:47 pm
How beautiful, my friend x
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October 6, 2017 at 3:36 am
The only validation I ever need. x
Y’know, before I begin writing, I read a piece from “a journal for damned lovers”. It revives me. Makes me think hard. So, thank you, my friend.
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October 6, 2017 at 11:09 am
That’s so kind and lovely of you to say 🙂
Thank you very much! I’m glad my writing helps, especially when you write such moving pieces as these x
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October 6, 2017 at 2:09 pm
xx
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October 6, 2017 at 4:36 am
beautiful…….
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October 6, 2017 at 9:40 am
Thank you.
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October 6, 2017 at 4:19 pm
Lovely post, full of beautiful imagery and power – a poem, a song… and a dare!
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October 7, 2017 at 1:33 pm
It’s so good to hear from you after such a long time. Thank you very much. x
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October 8, 2017 at 7:11 pm
Beautiful, I just love the way you put words and images together.
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October 9, 2017 at 6:36 am
Thank you so much. It gives me great joy to hear such wonderful words from you.
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January 10, 2018 at 3:04 pm
There’s so much thrill to your blog , I never want to leave!!
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January 11, 2018 at 6:59 am
I hope you keep coming back for more. x
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January 13, 2018 at 6:56 pm
Vidishaaaaa. It just felt like I’m going back to my memory lane. Going back to old self. Aah. GODDD.
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January 14, 2018 at 1:45 am
You’ve brightened up my morning. I’m so positive about you finding your old self. Don’t lose hope. Ever.
Thank you for leaving all these lovely comments. xx
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February 13, 2018 at 5:21 am
How I wish you had ten others to read through. Your writing emulates beauty in languages.
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February 13, 2018 at 11:04 am
I’m so grateful that you feel this way. Thank you ever so much. x
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