Middle

Life lies in the middle; from birth to death. What happens in between stays there, there’s no transcendence. Rights and wrongs, good and evil are man made and perceived. Good is either bad bound to a promise or bad is good without restraint. While we struggle being objective and subjective, purpose and meaning are created…

Living

It isn’t like what it was, it won’t be like how it is; these aren’t just days but life in layers, peeling off by itself one after another. Memories are a game of mind and nightmares are scars that haunt. We’re caught amidst the chaos of sleep and consciousness and nothing makes actual sense.

Belief.

Y’know what scares me? Real people suffering because of differing options and beliefs on fictional entities that remain unaffected by human interference. Are we that delusional? When I look at things, I know That United we fall and divided we stand. Look deeper and you’ll see everything is a mere belief; from The value of…

“It’s a beautiful world” they tell me. Who am I to deny? You see what you seek but it is different to me; you see the world as one and to me, everyone has one. Even the world itself. To hell with beauty.

Beauty

You speak of beauty in imperfections, say the moon has got spots on him; those are craters, nimwit, dents that don’t receive sunlight. I look at the depth hiding in darkness, you search for vandalised surface. Beauty lies not in imperfections but perceptions. The more damage we take, the more depth we have; flaunt your…

Us.

We’re stories. You, me, him, her; we all are and the best part is not knowing what’s true. So tell me, who are you?

Let’s talk

Television is dangerous. The other day I was surfing through the channels and a romantic scene was on, two people, passionately kissing each other and the camera zoomed into their lips. I don’t really imagine myself in that guy’s place but say that to my dad giving me awkward stare from across the room. “Dude!…

It’s about time.

Time decides. Time tells. Time comes. Time goes. Time doesn’t wait. Time cant be bought. Time doesn’t come back. Time is continuous. Time doesn’t stop. Had enough? I certainly have. Not time; the same statements over and over again. They ask you to wait for the right time. What is wrong time? The instant at…

Art is the language of the unspoken; art is the path to the lost; art is shelter to the homeless and wandering; art, is the voice to the mute. Art is what you think, art is what you can imagine, art is what you see, art is what you make and destroy. In every ticking…

Morning motivation again!!

I open my eyes, Today To new horizons A whole new world Learning to remember Remembering to ignore To change what I see For What I see Defines me