Compliments -I’ve always loathed them, I mean, can’t we just keep quiet? Even Pablo Neruda would agree, After all ‘Keeping Quiet’ was his dream. Or was it just wordplay to soothe the senses and brighten perspectives? It’s funny how I sugarcoat depression, Making it taste like candy just so I can forget what self-hate does […]
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 […]
Quotes & art.
I feel agitated every time I watch the news. She’s disrespected in every possible way. Candles are lit once her eyes are devoid of light. In the spur of the moment the whole nation comes to know of her existence. I pray that this kind of fame befalls upon women no more. After the deed […]
It comesIn parts,DrowingMe whollyWithin itsAbsence. -Nameera.
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 […]
She was almost free, Her form turning hazy. A permanent memory, Slowly fed to normalcy. She was almost there, Residing in his head. Yet now her secret lair, Began to wither instead. She was never confined, With unpredictable ways. And little did he realise, That she had gone away. -Nameera. Sometimes we deliberately cling on […]
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 […]
I succumb to the walls, Retiring all my beliefs. My fears standing tall, Dance upon my relief. The ceiling is tainted, As shadows pirouette. Their tunes are painted, Along hues of contempt. This conjunction joining, Two different parts of me. Is a neat & willful catering, To a darker side you never see. -Nameera.
A very long poem about pride, Helios & Phaethon.