Art belongs to its respective Artist UPDATE : I am sorry if this article hurts the sentiments of others. I wrote this in a fit of rage over how the media and my parents reacted to this mishap. I would take this down but it would be considered as hypocrisy. I don't have anything against … Continue reading Blue Whale
Unrestrained, unchained feelings. If it hurts anyone's sentiments, so be it. Why does it have to be this way? With everything having crashed down already, with all hopes dead, with hatred breeding where once love sat, why does it have to feel this way?There's frustration pulsing inside of me, anger throbbing hard enough … Continue reading The sun in my life
The boy who sought, treasures and troves both, letting go of worldly bonds, he set sail on uncharted roads. Strolling to distances far, from sun to galaxies beyond, a vagabond of the stars, a survivor perfectly honed. The only land belonging to him, lay stuck under his shoes. Mountains deflowered on a … Continue reading The boy who sought
(Illustration by Carmen Moser ) Hey, why do you hurt so much? does it pain that much? it is understandable, bud but why do you hurt others? do you feel their sighs and tears will fill your scars up? what makes you feel better? making others feel happy or insulting them to … Continue reading You aren’t lovable at all
(Art by Alfons Mucha) Where resides the Pole Star? the only one to have held my hand, the only one to have brought me this far, which perhaps now lies buried in mounds of sand, invisible and forgotten, losing the genial war. Doth my destiny lie engraved on these stars, or do … Continue reading Pole Star
(Art by Manzanedo) Can someone hold me tight for once, hold all my broken pieces together, hold me from falling all over the floor, hold me tight so once again I can heal my own self? Now I understand that I have turned my blog into something highly cringe-worthy but if it means … Continue reading I know that I can’t do this on my own.
(Art by Edvard Munch) At the end of the day, you will always find me here typing gibberish that makes sense to no one but myself, in desperate attempts to brew art out of words by arranging and re-arranging them in accordance with their rhyming patterns, syllabic constitution and literal meaning. If my … Continue reading It all just brings me back to one question- Why does it hurt when it shouldn’t?
(Art by norbface.deviantart) My heart burns into a fever of cures unknown, screaming to be set free, to break out of its cage of bones. Your poison rusts my brilliance that could blind the strongest suns, my head aches to crash into a wall, to suckle the barrels of the leaden guns. Your … Continue reading A thousand stars clash against a thousand fireflies
(Picture - Reddit user jortizn13) No one came to see the father. The house was covered in smoke, and smelled like charcoal. Clouds of choking ash diffused the big vacant rooms. Eyes were red, burnt with agony and discomfort, tears dried on cheeks as soon as they leaked out. They weren't that poor, but helpless. Helpless … Continue reading She brought everything that breathed with life inside, to dispose the lifeless.
Art belongs to its respective Artist. (As per my ISC results, a note to self) This isn't a race. Look into yourself. Will you let mere digits define your capabilities? This might sound super vague or a "Thing that low scorers say". But look. I respect you. I love you. I want you to know … Continue reading What’s holding you back from becoming a king?