Celestial Boundaries

I’ve allowed
Wormholes to breed
Inside me
Astronauts from
Distant universes
Travel down my
Throat each night
Leaving a scent of
Their cosmos upon
My lips

My shoulders bend
From these weightless
Clouds
A clot of inertia rests
In the back of my
Head

Petals wither
Where your touch
Once bloomed
My ribcage leaks
Stardust
I’m the universe
Exploding in your
Eyes
A deathless hangs
In the midst of our
Tragedy
It’s a black hole
Growing,
Darker
Denser
Deeper

Red is the color of love
Black is the color of eternity.

Words Can Heal your Heart.

Your heart will give your life wings.

~Unknown

The above quote has always been my favorite simply because every time I felt like giving up I only had to take out this old artwork & relive the strength I felt while making it ages ago. In a moment all my problems would seem too small to fret over.

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

~Confucius

A talent that not all possess is doing things with all their heart. Sometimes we’re unable to achieve few goals in life due to unknown reasons. But are we really working towards that goal? Or are we simply focused on the aftermath rather than putting our minds into the process?

Do your work with your whole heart, and you will succeed – there’s so little competition.

~Elbert Hubbard

Now do you see the answer to your ‘unknown’ reasons for not being able to meet your goals?

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

~Dalai Lama

Dalai Lama has rightly put into words the true recipe for success. Cleanse your heart towards others & lead a happy life.

There’s so little time & so much to be done. Instead of breaking hearts & fooling around take time to make others, and most importantly yourself happy!

Quotes/Art

I was going through my phone to look for inspiration from my old poetry & quotes. (Try doing it if you run out of ideas for posts, it really works!)

I found some of the old art I doodled on my phone & a few quotes. I thought I’d share it with y’all 🙂

>(It says ‘Shattered’)

Thanks for reading!

Innocence

It was but a flame,
A tiny speck of dust.
But once untamed,
You ran out of luck.

It knew no control,
It’d perish for sure.
It wasn’t a mere stroll,
Against it you were lured.

It began with a revolt,
That dawns with age.
You were a thunderbolt,
Satiating youthful rage.

As years went by,
It left you unsatisfied.
Teaching lessons for life,
It was an emotion that died.

-Nameera.


Lessons remain, innocence fades away. Its end may never be in sight but we do feel the absence that lingers upon its exit.

My Umbrella

It was one fine morning until signs of downpour marked the vast expanse called sky. Mr. X decided to take his umbrella along with him. To tell you the truth it doesn’t really matter if it’s raining or not, Mr. X always carries his umbrella whenever he goes out into the world. Firstly, it keeps him from getting sun burnt & secondly, it obviously protects him from rain drops. That’s just the way he likes his life; protected & safe. Every time he sees someone passing by without an umbrella over his head, he rushes over to the person & starts telling him the benefits & uses of walking under an umbrella, particularly the one he carries; a red one. Now to the strangers dismay, he doesn’t bother to find out whether he asked for his opinion or not. What if the stranger just wants to enjoy a little drizzle?
One day Mr. X, the man with the red umbrella stumbles upon Mr. Y, the guy with the green one. Both of them start arguing furiously about how their choice of what prevents raindrops from making them sick is righteous compared to the other. Amidst their ferocious attempts to bring down one another, the sky darkens & black rain drops fall on the face of earth. Each drop caters to a black ocean that consists of tides arising every now and then as umbrellas of various colors strengthen it. But this black ocean shouldn’t surprise you, right?

The colorful umbrellas I’m talking about are various religions we are born into. Some people like Mr. X & Mr. Y make the process of co-existing a tiresome one. Advices are offered to those who don’t share their beliefs or follow different paths. The black ocean of hate is the result of not letting our differences subside.


My inspiration for this post comes from a blogger who decided to share some of his personal experiences in one of the posts. Make sure you check it out & the blog, of course.

Even most people from my religion are biased towards others. I wonder why we can never put that aside and coexist. Interested people will join themselves, what’s the need to convert?

If there’s a message to be spread, it’ll spread by itself as people are observant.

We’re all human.

Let’s start believing in ourselves first.

Peace.

Bharath Upendra.

Impulse

I often wonder if crazy,
Happens only to few.
A reality so damn hazy,
And the aftermath; anew.

As long as the strings,
Of sanity are attached.
The thoughts that bring,
Darkness wouldn’t hatch.

Yet I constantly imagine,
Letting sanity slip away.
And giving in to a legion,
Of underlying craze; if I may.

I could create a door,
And set insanity free.
Satiate it forevermore,
What a beautiful, distorted reality it would be.

-Nameera.

Fade

Where have you been,
For such a long time?
I’ve longed to be seen,
All through our life.

Time comes to a pause,
As you mirror my ways.
All your societal laws,
Cringe & cease to stay.

I’m not a reflection,
You see in the mirror.
I’m your hesitation,
An inborn error.

But you only inhale,
As much air as they say.
I’m vital to your tale,
Yet you let me fade away.

-Nameera.


Don’t suffocate your differences for the sake of their acceptance. Before seeking it in others, learn to accept yourself.

Your differences don’t limit your chances of having a good life. The only possible hindrance to a happy life is aping others & not acknowledging things that make you who you are.

Death Note

(Made this shitty drawing when I was 13)

I wasn’t really into Anime but the one that I watched, well, I fell in love with the concept! Death Note was the most thought-provoking series I’ve watched. I loved every bit of drama, suspense, thrill & horror in it.

I can’t help but wonder what would happen if such a thing as death note really existed. It would definitely take a toll on our morals. Everything would fall out of balance. The Godly powers that it bestows upon one can really destroy a human being, like it did to Light Yagami.

It could prove to be a help in getting rid of corrupt politicians & others but then again doesn’t killing them make us corrupt too?

We judge people for judging people because judging people is wrong.

It raised many mindful questions that haunted me for quite some time.

If we look at it metaphorically, Light & L could be seen as two sides of the same coin; two types of personalities we all possess. Let’s also not forget our demons or Shinigami. Sometimes, when we let the dark side get the better of us, it can prove to be detrimental making it impossible to get a hold of ourselves.

An Addition to my Art Supplies

Here it’s, finally completed!
This artwork, as is evident, is inspired by Rajasthan. The photograph also features my really old Rajasthani jewellery I used to wear as a child in fancy dress competitions & stage plays.

So, this is a post specifically about my true love, painting! I recently bought ‘Winsor & Newton’ water color set & to tell you the truth, it’s a blessing in disguise. The colors are just so vibrant & beautiful. Looking at them I could only think about Rajasthani culture which has vibrant colors imbibed deep within its roots.

When I was 8 I bought a water color set of a local brand to teach myself painting.

As you can see, it was time for my old pal to retire! 😀

Here’s what my latest addition to art supplies looks like :

Thanks for reading!

An Exploration

What’s art? Is it colors that are splashed on a canvas, poems brimming with metaphors or a heart-warming prose?

For me art is an exploration. Over the years it has helped me on a personal & mental level. It has carried my emotions in ways no human could have. I’ve been able to explore my inner self as well as my surroundings. From observing people’s expressions to the nature that surrounds us, I think painting has compelled me to do it all. Writing has been my outlet, teaching me to be independent. Sometimes even mere observations prove to be a source of exploration.

Art isn’t necessarily confined within a canvas or a notebook filled with words. It’s an exploration of who we are & where we are.

So, what is your means of exploration? What’s art for you?