Bounds of art?

The painting above is the so called controversial painting by M.F. Hussain. This is the painting that got those hypocrites flaring. It shows the class they lack. I mean what about honouring the beauty of Khajuraho which honours nudity. This is the representation of Earth which is supposed to be free, youthful and nude. I love this painting, look at the dynamism of it. He's produce so many prodigious paintings. It's like you give god a brush and he paints and the god here is M.F Hussain. Rest in peace.

Waves...

There was this little corner of our minds,
Where we laugh about the anecdotes of dawn,
Where we could cry faded tears,
Make plans for the morn,
Transmit our fears,
So far with a song...

Those waves of eternity,
Calls for riddles,
I saw the mirage of a dream,
While walking a stark path,
As strong as fire,
As ferocious as pain...

Ugly as decay,
As we walked through the horizon of wicked plans,
Within the pockets of evil,
As I suggest,
"Lets be reborn," "Lets be reborn!"
But it won't be as merry as you think...

A coniferous plan,
He matched our hearts,
The dice of destiny in both hands,
For reasons I can't quite enunciate,
I find comfort in turmoil...

The beauty of spring,
Fail to ward away the evil of our minds,
For we were the ones blessed with unconventional fate,
That dances within the ashen clouds of anticipation,
While we sway within our blissful cacoon,
Contemplating how to wash away our sins...

( Painting by Frida Kahlo)

The midnight oil...

We walked amazed by haze,
Ready to win the battle we formerly lost,
Now as I unravel the real warrior,
The lie begins to show...

A pure mockery,
Harmony embraces acceptance,
Now lets cajole rigidity with intoxicating words,
I hereby unite with another gruesome story...

Is the flare hidden,
Or do we fail to glow?
But I assure you shall be illuminated,
After you clean the surface...

Now as the secrets are revealed,
We speak the unspoken ,
We burst the bubbles of our virtues,
Now the spirits have woken...

Now let your mind project,
The illusions of the burnt midnight oil,
The mirror shall always be a reflection of your horse-shoe smile,
Stirring of vacant laughter rings scornful bells...

For in a decade we thaw this frozen seduction,
You shall then hear the bustle of this sirens stilettos,
You shall feel the passion of her Aphrodian dreams,
So oblivious of that little slip...

For its just one right of passage,
That shields you from brutal crossroads,
So we can mock the shadows of loss,
Welcome the ghosts of a dead dream into the chambers of denial...

A numb veil,
Shall accompany me to the furnace of my identity,
Waiting to tantalise me to a different time,
There goes the otherwise tempestuous focus....

( Painting by Edward Munch)

Nebula...

Starlets live in the midst of stardom,
Those hollow lights of wisdom,
Dreams born out of wedlock,
Now, we've got just the reflection to mock...

Those love affairs I've had with the phases,
Those momentary blazes,
It's in the air,
Waiting to emerge from fates own stairs...

The brutal highways,
So frayed is love which is my way,
The passion of the Equator,
The statue that pricked the creator...

Handwritten inscriptions of love,
Engravement is the ultimate lust,
Dust that spells the name of the forgotten,
Grief that drifted away for good into the horizon...

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The fur buddies

We are the most intelligent species but we should learn more from our fur friends. That unconditional love you feel with them, they'll give you a whole new experience of love and happiness. I love dogs too but I have literally grown up with cats and I'm still coping with the grief of losing my handsome big pawed warrior. It's like the loss of a very special friend. Cats tend to have a lot of style, damn I so feel the need of an outdoor kitty, but it's too soon and you can't just replace a void you've been feeling with another cute cat. But if I had one animal avatar it would be or at least I'd want it to be our very own Felis Domestica. The way they just make their way into your heart. Now I've done a little personality analyzation ( yes, it's juvenile)-

• Persian - Snoot and cute!
  
• Black cat- Super sexy and svelte, my first cats long term boyfriend.
• British longhair- just seen one on TV but they look like snoots too but I'd just like to cuddle one.
• Birman- curious.
• Van Cat (The most commonly seen cat)- I'm going to be partial here- simply amazing.
• Tabby Cat- Ditto.
• White cats- overrated, much like the fair skin obsession.
• Donskoy cat- Not much of a looker but then has its own elegance.

5 stages until overall glee...

There are five stages of grief- Denial and isolation, Anger, Bargaining,Depression and at last the very necessary, holy acceptance. Acceptance is the only stage that makes us move on with life without the precious thing we've lost but whether you like it or not and whether you want it or not, you will go through these five stages of painful grief if you lose some one you love. But how fast you get to the fifth stage depends on you, I'd recommend distracting yourself and looking at the positive side. For if that person/pet has left you grieving that means they've lived a good life. The fact it that love is selfish and now you're grieving for your own loss but the dead now are in another state of peace. Grief can be about anything, the death of a person, the death of a pet, the death of a dream, etcetera . The tact remains in how you handle it.

Death is a part of life, if you're born you will die. The end is a new beginning. The fact of the matter is that mass is preoccupied and the mass that you have now won't be yours forever, because there will be a time that you will go back to the Earth, be a part of the humus, you'll be one with the mud. You aren't yours forever but you're yours during your very versatile lifespan. As I once heard this very nice quote in a movie whose name I can't quite recollect " We are born naked, we die empty handed, what lies in between is creativity." It's really what you're doing now. If there was no death then there will be no life, no creation, immortality will wipe of the growth of a species. On the other hand life can be hard but has its own comfortable barriers and even if a little part of that barrier is disturbed then it shall lead to the 5 very painful but necessary stages of grief. I can now say, life has its own ways of making you comfortable in times of utter discomfort. But as much as you want to stay within those blissful barriers some one within that barrier shall meet that fateful day and one day that some one will be you. The reason I'm speaking like this is because I just lost my very handsome outdoor cat Cynthia ( I thought he was a female cat at first) and yes I still have my pretty indoor cat but I still miss my outdoor cat. I think I am now between the fourth and fifth stage of grief. If heaven is real that's where he's going but his soul any ways is going to rest in peace because he was such a good natured cat and true good things happen to good people. It's times like these when you let go of your very rational principles of life and believe in things like heaven and a very happy afterlife but he deserves it, he was a fighter and yes he will be missed. He was a super hero.

Now, you're very comfortable barrier has been broken and entered and there's a clear gap that has been left and there's nothing except a memory left to fill that empty space but grief is building you're array of memories that is filling this gap. Now what do you do? You want to fill that gap, your want that thing back but you know it's disgraceful for things to come back from the dead. You feel alone, but you know its only you because the very soul rests in peace and has found its place, it's gone back to its creator and is ultimately free. I say don't let life slip away, be kind, be passionate, love with all your heart, laugh, have faith, watch this world around you because nature is viscous as much as it is beautiful, give back, create, grieve when you have to because it means you have the ability to love something beyond yourself. But for now accept those five stages of grief, go with it, try to do good have faith, try to be happy, send out a prayer to the universe because it's only those 5 stages until overall glee, that's is if you're a generally happy person but if you're not than you're disgracing the gift of life, so be happy when you can.

P.S- Rest in peace, love you for now and forever...

Walk of life...

He watched his sanctum mind,
While he was trapped in an abrasive song,
He walked to correct time,
The solemn mystery of the fog...

He wanted to correct the tangibility of a dream,
Dust of obstacles differs from the dust of love,
His actions jinxed his breed,
His path consists of spontaneous rust...

Now why would some one wait,
When they know about the bitter shards they've sown?
Will you mock fate,
Or will you wait for the unravel of the road...

I shall sojourn in this bitter sea,
In the quest to bids farewell,
To part ways with that lost dream,
In the land of love I believe I dwell...

Rules by fools...

I can't quite take the bounds of life,
It feels like a puppet marching to the creation of rules by egoistic fools,
I want to create a rebellion,
Unfortunately the rebellion requires deceiving assimilation.

Baby don't be a snoot,
For the challenge requires a versatile actor,
Or else you'll be fed the ashes of the last resort,
Enter the remise of your words,
For only your regrets shall reign over you.

I was never as dazed as I am today,
These dangerous waters with viscous reptiles,
Hounding me for the lack of satisfaction,
Cursing me for the sands of an eccentric shade...

Fools that happen to have the paper of my fate,
But the fact of the matter is that paper's always mine,
As apparent as the curse of being insane,
So yet again, do I vain for vain or instinct?

Deny, deny, deny...

Deny your existence,
For this deception has been your doing,
For we're all too rigid to accept,
So you disappear in the hypnotic mist...

Where is your veil of grace today?
Have you been acid dropping your way to glory?
You induce intimidation,
By thunderous seduction...

Where is that unctuous vain?
These tainted expectations,
So, will you put up a fight,
Or part ways with your dreams.

So is your whimsical smirk put away?
You're wearing the beads of whinge?
You stand on the temporal of shit,
Falling into worse...

So when you're despised upon,
Will you be embraced by the song of fog,
Or twirl by tainted dreams ,
Or sculpt new ones?

The Great fire of London...

The skies blushed in crimson with passion,
There dreams were shattered but still moist,
Their homes escaped into the cauldron of destruction,
Does this fire flare to unite?

Destruction had crossed the parameters of peace,
The fire laughed at their misery,
Created immortality with ease,
The mockery of itself is a mystery...

Seize this land,
With great heat I could,
I'm not sure you'd understand,
I'm just not that good...

How would you imbibe fear,
Love so Aphrodisiac,
It would create tears..

But as you fear,
I devour you homes,
The ghost is neat,
Unless it's there in your soul...

Lost of soul and the integrity of chaos

The post board period is a lot different than I had imagined it to be. I still remember how much I was craving for some free time when my boards were on. It is indeed a stressful period and at that point it feels like the you have a very complete structure that's going to crash soon and the entire world depends on what you write. I remember feeling the sense of relief once my last paper or rather my second last paper which is the toughest. During the pre- board days I thought the post board days will be just perfect. I thought I could be in a reverie through out the day and write these amazing stories, I thought I could watch a lot of TV, I thought I could read a book all day and basically be so happy in that state of sloth. All of these have happened except I'm not in a reverie and I find that I can't write. So yes, the post board days are simply beautiful and this sense of sloth is a much needed break but having all the time in the world is not the best thing. The post board sense of sloth is not as great as I'd imagine it to be. So I've come to a conclusion ( it's high time I did) - you never understand the complete situation until you're there and chaos is inspiration. A simple example, I thought my post board time was going to be lovely and now that I'm pretty much at home in a complete state of sloth not amidst the chaos of the world I just can't write and now sometimes, it's even though to think, why- there's not chaos in this momentary idle life of mine. Take a position people envy, a socialite who is a heir to an empire and great amounts of wealth, who can own a condo in every continent or for that matter every country, who can afford the most expensive Chevy, Merc, BMW, Rolls Royce, Fords or Limo in the world, who is invited to every royal wedding, who can live a very extravagant and lavish life on the money. But then again their respect is like a domino, when one wrong thing is exposed the other can of worms is opened and it's tough to find true love in this position. It's easy to get tempted when in a position of power or forget the position of power, it is always difficult to curb lust and maybe power is not what you truly want but if it is than that's what you fight for. As for chaos, personally I think chaos is what you need because if you're not amidst chaos then it means you're jaded. Chaos is what the universe is about, chaos integrates. That's why we're many and the formation of the world was due to chaos. A chaotic mind is great to have until you reach a point of saturation. Maybe if you're not there then that's not what you really wanted, but I say lets put up a fight. So lets be satisfied but always want more and as for the future lets do what we can and leave the rest up to chaos.

The battle of the ships...

Tick tock, oh you juvenile clock,

Time bids me farewell for we shall part ways from here,

All alone amidst these beasts,

Who fight a cruel battle for prosperity in peace...


The chariot men slew the chariot men,

The spear men slew the spear men,

Men of peace wanted to be the shield to destruction,

While the now where men just watched from the bushes...


The sun wanted them to part ways,

He left a Nymph for the fair hands,

They will win the battle,

Just to leave for a shattered home...

Limbo of a dream...

This is the casket where I have pieces of elevation,
They'll arrest your movements,
They'll countermand the plans of resurrection,
Where have you left your conceited grin?

Climb these walls of mystery,
Soon you shall witness the striptease of life,
Now suddenly your pampered within the folds of glory,
Now you've begun foreplay with the sweet afterlife...

A little glimmer could illuminate your path,
Now you've got just four days for the battle,
You're battlefield is going to be a little more cerebral than your love struck heart,
Or else you're just one of those mortals...

-Pre board poetry.

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Little pieces of the cosmos and other blahs

If you've lived even sixteen years of your life you'd know how it feels to take responsibility and then get intimidated by the output of your work. This is what I feel now. I'm going to be getting my tenth results soon and that's freaking me out. It's just that a stupid mark sheet can make or break you. Not that you can't be repaired and refused back into shape once you're broken, it's just that repairing the broken pieces of yourself is a painful procedure but it's a very necessary step. Everyone needs to strive for more and as I've written before, complete satisfaction is a curse. Satisfaction can be defying and we all need to watch out because we can crash before we know it. This year is going to be different. My last year in school was spent well as compared to the previous years. But now I'm not going back to the same place and I'm not unhappy about that but the transit of getting to that place is like this viscous hurricane. First it's the result, followed by the admission procedure. The thought of getting my results is making me feel utterly uneasy.

I've been in pretty much a state of sloth since the 6th of May and today it's the 7th of June. It's funny how fast time has passed and you're left wondering how those years, months, weeks, hours, minutes and seconds go by and you then think what you've done with them. I say I've not really done anything but I've done things which are meaningful in the long run. Time flies, it really does. You're born into dreamy world and then slowly you've grown up now. It's time you took responsibility and it's time you understand that you're a grown up. But then again, why grow up and as Seal said " take me to that funky place where you and I were born." My world is crazy, it's beautiful and it's fascinating. The universe inspires me, it really does. The way you're just a dot in the world but you're also very much a part of this crazy cosmos even after you're gone, as scientist say, mass is preoccupied.

These days are like fragments. There's a world waiting ahead of all of us and the only thing stopping us from being unfurled in the very essence of the world is those bounds we've set for ourselves which actually don't exist. If we've try to break those barriers then we're truly free because there's really nothing stopping us, if only we try our best. 'Try you're best' is often misused. If you ask yourself and only yourself without any external influence if you've tried your best you might have doubts. Most of us try far from our best and then cry about it later. For you don't only have or know what you should know, you can look beyond. Trying your best isn't easy and to be honest I haven't done it myself but it can be done. So I say, lets all, all from this crazy cosmos come together and try our bests, for then we shall see how truly fascinating the world is. Good luck folks!

Hey Damsel...

It was the dead of night,
The world had cajoled a few of them faithful mortals into a slumber,
While our mind is faced with the tempest of innuendos,
While our bodies are trying to win this battle of love...

So as this world is embraced with stars,
The sky protects apparent evil,
Contempt of the mortals tries to contradict death,
Shall my sphere deal with the duress of being pristine?

Is this revolution the rhythm of life,
An escape from death,
Elevation that has cosseted this breed,
Or is time surging into this wilderness of frolic?

Do you wait for the transit,
Or does the transit dread the load?
But you don't want to die dirty, do you?
Unfurl the transit before it fades....

Enjoy blissful innocence,
For you've been led to believe this deception,
Fancy the wealth,
Bleed for being a part of the elevated breed...

For these walls were built for survival,
The mass is as apparent as cherished memories,
Sturdy enough to have borne the wrath,
When amidst a magnitude they believe you're just civilisation...

You're just a popper,
Amidst the clouds of their jewels,
So breathe education,
For tears will not soothe ignorance..

Hey damsel, you've been masked by anticipation,
Embraced by the silence of chaos,
In need for introspection,
Girl, I say lay your path...

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Indian summer...

No armour of dignity could soothe the pain of the summer months,
When we lost the connection to touch,
There were blind colours in the wind,
Bringing us closer to our subtle sins...

They danced on copper,
They deceived holy followers,
But they were resistant to glass,
Inclined to the mask...

They swore by their dreams,
Swayed by the mean,
Raved about despising the evil,
Until they saw unfurled thrill...

They stood strong during the French Revolution,
Don't scream, you'll change the constitution,
Why was monotony your shield to light,
When you had to dream to survive?

( Skull by Van Gogh)

Hollow wallow

This dungeon is strange,
With a passage of grey,
Artless shadows that hover in its very essence,
The creek of life and death is so narrow,
To live this eccentric analogy...

Crops of disintegration were sown in the soil of the beast,
While my flower got rotten in utter disgust,
His stem wasn't enough to comfort me,
There's only an angle of depression from here...

I shall osculate this nutrition,
Introspection for the agriculturist and philosophers,
I shall assimilate all its power,
I want to cease the fire of resurrection...

Deep beneath our mother,
There is this magnet,
This core of civilisation,
Waiting to be elevated to the celestial ocean...

The salt of the waters of immersed fate,
That explores this crystal,
It can cast hate,
The germs that can battle for the crucifiction of dawn...

Wind that has gone deeper into the hollow,
While the lights want to battle sorrow,
While a different casket opened the casket to another world,
But then a shadow was left to wallow...

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