Source of Inspiration.... Sometimes it feels that losing your soul into lush green beauty will release you from all the emotional and mental baggage that you're carrying within you.
There is a sense of calmness in the moment when you're away from monotony and being an ideal person.
Did it ever occur to you that most new, weird and strange places suddenly make you feel comfortable as if the wind is whispering in your ear "make yourself home." How often do you spot these random captures taken while thinking nothing and there's a whole flashback of chunks of memories all at once. Isn't this the same with life, you're walking your own self made path and in a spur of the moment, a nostalgic memory hits your mind and bang on! Isn't this feeling miraculous and a constant fuel for inspiration.
PS: As much as you live a moment, it become a memory which later becomes a source of inspiration.
There's a boy,
On the bench near the alley,
He always keeps writing,
About people he's loved,
Things he's believed,
And fell straight on his face.
He writes poems of fury,
To get love.
He's afraid to run out of words,
There's a girl,
Sitting in her balcony.
She sits there every Friday night,
She gets her heart broken,
She promises herself to not believe in fairy tales,
But in the morning,
She hopes to find someone,
Coming on a white horse chariot.
There's a mother next door,
Extra kind to her child.
That may blur her from the child 's life.
So, she takes extra efforts,
Cooks mac n cheese,
Doesn't show her tears and pain.
There's an old man,
Tired of his son's job,
That he had fought for.
Now, he's waiting,
For his grandson to grow,
To hear his love stories,
So that he can fall in love with the people and the world, again.
He has a wife too,
Who tries to hide her pores,
With products meant for the people below the age of fifty.
She falls in love with herself everyday.
She says, "Love is beautiful, people are not",
Love is beautiful,
Full of hopes,
Carrying this property,
Of not giving up on it.
It finds a way from the smallest paths,
Sometimes leading to an ocean,
Love is an undeveloped country,
And we are it's residents,
Proud in pain,
We are under people,
So when you promise me that you'd never fall for her,
I'd believe you,
For we never really fall and stay,
We hop in love.
I still remember when you developed inside the womb of my thoughts for a long time and you appeared a magic
It was hard to believe that you went along like a fish swam inside the water with happy smiles and full of relish
I had you very first when your father and mother, Pen and thoughts amalgamated to give you birth on the land of paper
It was a overwhelming statement I put via your parents into my piece and realised how important your existence is
So, Thankyou when I used you to compare a woman with fire to make society realise her power
To balance between the genders as both hands gives a clap to give a definition of equality
To embrace the beauty of talent as nightingale is popular for her voice not her facade
To filter the good moments as some days can be a moon in rainy sky
To call a child a blessing in this world no matter how rich or poor is as stars has no price tag, they all can shine well
To unite two lovers via true meaning of this feeling as plucking the flower is not love but gardening it is
To put down my soul and myself
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Tive a honra e o prazer de tatuar a Silvely e a Tânia, que homenagearam a Regina, uma amiga muito querida que perderam recentemente. A tattoo representa a personalidade forte da Regina ❤️ Que vocês possam sempre se lembrar dos momentos em que a Regina foi as faíscas e o fogo do fósforo aceso ✨
Foi uma tattoo cheia de sentimento e emoção, e por isso agradeço imensamente pela confiança das duas no meu trabalho.
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|| Apocalypse ||
Completed writing 120 emails
All unsent, in the draft folder
The summer I stopped believing
In something called love?
Volumes of clouds of guilt
Over my head, forgive for once?
Bad ideas had lingered my door
With nicest looking eyes,
Making toxic things look good
You just took so much of love from me
I forgot self-love and I wanted to tell you
The last time I cut your call
I was crying, you didn’t call me back
Your rude words burnt my bare skin
Like a half-burnt cigarette
I thought I could overcome
Everything you ever say
Until I say something more broken then you,
my self-respect I wish you were kinder,
I wish you tried to make things a little different
We will always end. So let it remain ended.
When I saw you for the first time,
I knew you were not the one but
I still tried to love you in my own messy way.
OF BLACK COFFEE AND LULLABIES - Vidushi Razdan
The other day when my eye lash came off, I didn't make a wish. Instead, I kept it in a jar and held it pressed, against my chest. Just so I can blow it off when things get worse.
Because you thought that you'd fit in them how yin fits just perfectly into yang, so you held the fallen out pieces from each other like how life holds death.
But life does not do that eternally, death eventually comes.
Both sides of bed belongs to you now and you still sleep on the other end,
Love has left,
The bedsheets still wrinkled,
It still lingers and
the green bandhani dupatta he had given you
On your 6th anniversary
Is still hung up near the chandelier
Like it will pull you out of the blacks outs, just in case.
Love sleeps in another person's arms now.
It is almost 2.40 AM and you still call Maa because you can't undress them from all of your dreams and Maa sings you lullabies and that feels therapeutic.
It took me exactly 14 Ed sheeran songs, daily dose of 7 black coffees and around 5 strangers back in the same old club, who told me they felt lucky to have met me, to understand that love won't stay the same throughout all these years and one day each one of us will have their hearts broken and it is totally okay because you will be okay, too.