Doodle by her majesty Shreya. They say art stems from suffering, suffering gives life a meaning and They suffered the pain of their illusions; I paint my skin with the eternal pain of life itself.
Sometimes I feel Like Life is a dream And what I dream Is what I live. Opening my eyes to fantasy, Closing my eyes to reality, Tell me, my friend, Is certainty the new fallacy?
You are that road far away Amidst the wilderness Through the skies, reflecting In the lakes You are a canvas that I paint Adding colours To my gray Like the heat of summer, Against the cold scathe I see you, in the weather And I fall, like the rain