It’s been a while since I was stranded at the edge of the ocean holding onto wet bed of rocks and trying to protect myself from the biting cold winds. It’s been a while since I heard a living voice. My strength is now waning and I’m under a spell that prevents me from getting out of the waters. It’s been a while since I’ve been holding on. So it won’t be long before I decide to let go and hold onto the waves.
I thought that there’s was something to this existence. Something more. Something I always thirsty for something to happen ,because it would make everything more interesting you see. If There were be magic behind everything, but the truth stares at you like a cold stone. You know the pattern it never changes. The sun always comes after the moon. A bright flower will wither and turn to dust. The clock never stop ticking,but wait what was the reason, why am i here . Why am I thinking *why I’m here*. If everything was figured out where’s my answer? Or wait I just realised that in this world many pretend to know solutions , fabricate dreams, destinies. Predestined and determined. I suppose many dwelled in through about this and were slowly swept by the current. Now i don’t know what’s right . What is supposed to be right, and why things are the way they are. The night sky hides riddles within its constellations. The ground sleeps with its secrets, and the oceans seem like how they were a few thousand years ago. The truth seems more like a myth and the voices are lost in the wind, because now I really don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong.
She was the smallest bud , among those twisted dark branches , and she grew with anxiety .When winter came , she bloomed in distress and bled the remainder of her emotions into her fragile petals. Each in different shades of red ,in different shades of love. She then poured out her soul and fashioned it into sweet honey and the aroma blew in the air like incense , She kept working hard to please her lover who was now pale and when they placed her into his lifeless hands and she at last got to feel him , her evoked passion was so overwhelming that her petals burned untill they were translucent . The sky above turned grey and the winds now began howling , almost mourning , she intransigently denied the wind to carry her adrift like a feather . Holding on to him ,She tried listening to music of his heart beat , but those melodies now echoed in a distant land , far and almost forgotten , when the shadow came and she knew that they were closing the coffin , she grieved to her broken heart’s content and promised that she would gracefully pass him on to the part of heaven where desires are meet.
A faint whisper of symphony echoed in the distance with a tint of melancholy and a touch of spring and I wait for the delicate melody to touch my heart but it withered and turned into dust as it drew close to me. Dust that parched my throat and I wept adding a drop to the existing ocean , while my voice drowned in that ocean like the others. Then love decided to let go of my hand and so I turned to the glittering stars and waited , there was no shooting star that night so I wished upon the sky and realized how burdened the stars were , and right then. where I stood under the canopy of darkness ,without any prior warning they rained upon me . Those sharp edged diamonds cut through me and Wisps of my fantasies bleed out of my body Like bright rainbows , until I was bare and empty. They tried to fly but without my command they fell to the ground like wingless birds and turned into ashes. My body was now a broken vessel with it’s cracks spreading fast it was difficult to hold it together without the touch of something pure , My soul perished like a blown out candle. My memories wandered wandered off like half hearted ghosts, with no trace of me ever existing there.
The only Haven she knew was shrouded in darkness ,with the sky above her dusted in a few billion beautiful specks , and the wind running a chill down her spine. The moon a glassy orb which turns opaque, and then when the wind chime sang . She made her way uphill before the other shadows touched her. This land had no heir but yet she felt the power seeping through the walls making her giddy with lust and she let out a morbid shrill laugher and waited. This is a Dark fairy tale and there was no turning back . She let herself hallucinate in dark valleys , but the lament of the lost song brought her back . Her fangs gently slipped out of her red lips and she glided to entice her victim , he fell into her arms instantly .His eyes pleading with tears of blood and she gave him his last gift and held him in her arms till she could not feel his warmth . Then she kissed his pale cheeks and flew into the inky clouds .
When the Mahouts came and pulled the seven year old calf from the shadows, the calf shivered with anxiety from parting from his mother , because now his muscles were now flexible and he must make himself useful. He rumbled painfully at the claws of the chains that dug into his feet and warily focused at his new reality ,because otherwise he would be whipped for lack of obedience. After years of mindlessly following instructions , when he still found himself Chained to the ground , the ground that was no longer breathing with life , told to pull down logs of trees,that was once home,once freedom. The call of the wild echoing amids the Chaos . Vengeance powered those great iron pillars for legs. Traumatised, he flung aside a puny man “A rogue” they cheered “He is no longer tame , the testosterone has poisoned his mind” and they silence him with a needle . “We need to honor him ,otherwise it’s murder” they discussed among themselves ,and a few months later , they stood in the museum ,a beautifully carved sculpture of Lord Krishna ,white , radiant and perfectly tilted with his flute, embroidered with intricate designs was what was left of the Tucker’s magnificence and proof that he had finally left his mark.
Be Art, Be Artist.
She stared at her wooden pallet and realized that she could create magic with her hand ,with her mind, but she held herself and contemplated at the fact that she could only paint something that already existed ,and this proved to be a disability because she wanted to paint emotions with ease , with the grace of a flying bird. Can you find a single word to describe an entire situation , can you find one single color to paint emotion. Can you find a hue to describe silence. Can you find one hue to describe despair. Why did those beautiful portraits of the sunset ,the sunrise , the misty mountains , the quite lake have to hide stories of what the painter felt behind every stroke and every shade. Why was she judged to depict colors that already existed. Why wasn’t she judged on what she could paint with her mind. Why did she have to hold herself back , to express the colours of her life , her story. It was taboo they told her , to speak or express something the Society forbid and the harsh reality to with everyone bent their head ,and she had to quench their satisfaction and stand in the shadows of her mind , and not talk about her colors.
Be Artist , Be You.