Firelight Affairs & Atmospheric Starlight
Firelight Affairs & Atmospheric Starlight,
Rainbow Instincts Enlightening Her Satellite Twilight,
Quivering Symphonies & Colorful Voices,
Lyrical Abstracts Of Her Monochrome Noises,
Prismatic Rage In Her Eternal Sage,
Resonances Whispering Her Voices Onstage,
Vertical Ensembles Of Her Ecstatic Fashions,
Witty Odes Enlightening Her Arrested Passions,
Prancing Temptations & Provoked Mysteries,
Entrancing Her Artistic Waves & Surging Tapestries,
Storyteller Flares On A Perpetual Lease,
Intoxicated Mirrors Of Her Spiritual Release,
Lucid Memoirs & Condensed Revelations,
Inquisitive Glances Of Her Cupid Flirtations,
Paint and brush
Did you ever feel like devoting yourself to someone else? You feel like someone is working there, its their office, in which they work for shifts but when they leave, their scent always stays. It's like even when they are not there, you can sense their presence through the various memories.
Have you ever seen a brush dipped in the paint? Did you see how it loses it's identity when it's covered with another colour? Did you ever see how difficult it is to get rid of that paint? The one that now covers every possible part of you? The one that couldn't be removed by anything? The one for which you hope the water to hit you soon, soon because you're too tired of having someone ve...
Hunt for the colours of love
there is only one that comes to mind
If I were to be the best colour of all
I would be painted by your sight...
Paint and water
Didn't you hear that we always give a part of ourselves to the people we leave? Yes, everyone gives a part of themselves before leaving. He left a part of himself with me too. A part that's now a part of me. It breaths with me, it sleeps with me, it cries with me, it lives in me, it is me now.
My friends told me he keeps ranting about how he now has a void to take care of because that part of him is with me now. He couldn't access it anymore, because its no longer there. He keeps on cursing me for that. You know, I believe he was the paint and I was the water. He gave a part of himself with me, diminishing his volume, but did he realize that I'm no longer me? Did he realize t...
When the words become unclear,
And the Pale shadows dance with me,
No colours in my life could save me.
Black and white merge together in my materiality,
Pain tries to comfort me, to sing for me.
That old song (about the Pale faced clan )
That day will come and the blood of the wild beasts will not be enough for me.
Pain, pain stay with me.
Adieu, the lovely face,
the scarlet blue eyes,
the skin of snow;
as beautiful as the myth
of the face of god of beauty.
Just as the wind blow,
the black beautiful hair,
floats above the earth beneath.
The memories I shall hence remember,
let nothing tear us'nder...
Adieu, the majestic sunrise,
the green golden grass,
the colourful butterflies
over those lovely flowers.
The sound of bell of brass,
the gentle touch of the breeze,
the rainbow of so many colours,
the snowfall that made us freeze.
The memories I shall hence remember,
let nothing tear us'nder...
Adieu, my beautiful village,
the yellow solitary mustard fields,
the tiny river that flows,
It’s unnerving at first,
realizing you’re happy.
It’s been so long,
you’re not sure how to act.
Life always seems to be a give and take;
you struggle and suffer for as long as you can stand
and then finally you get something good.
For an hour or a day,
you get to be happy before the hurt comes back.
But here you are,
not in the temporary,
just until the other shoe drops happiness you’re used to,
but actually content.
Actually feeling like every thing’s okay.
You have bad days,
but you know they don’t last.
There’s still a worry in the back of you mind
that you’ll lose it all,
but for now you’re okay.
Maybe there’s a chance we’ll meet up again.
If not in this life, then in another when the stars align for us.
I really miss us.
At least the happy us.
As a matter of fact, I would even settle for the unhappy us,
just as long as you’re with me.
It hurt when you left you know?
As if I was an anchor pulling you deeper and deeper into the ocean,
only to see you come up for air with her kisses.
Maybe we weren’t good for each other,
but hell, it was good while it lasted.
Just, just call me back, okay?
In your arms,
I'm in my safe haven.
With you holding me tight,
I have no other craving.
All I need is that one look,
that says you're always there,
just like in a fairy-tale book.
Your eyes talk to me,
as the world stands still.
My once empty heart,
now with love does fill.
I tell you everything
and never with a lie.
All my worldly secrets,
and everything that once made me cry.
I know I can trust you,
to catch me if I fall.
If only I could explain,
how much love I have for you.
What could I possibly do
when my heart is slowly shattering for you?
When there’s this burning in my heart
and sparks lighting up the dark?
Believe me, I just want to learn
what it is about that burn
that makes its way inside my chest,
preventing me from getting rest.
Would you ever take my hands
to keep me warm
and keep me safe?
I hated the idea of embarrassment
not because I was often so
but because I hated the idea
of the person I loved
looking at me with pity in her eyes
pity in his eyes
pity in their eyes
at me trying my best to play
waiting for someone to love me
the way I love them
A gaping hole in my heart
A burning hatred in my chest
A scream held in my throat
And a love I’ll never get to express.
So what is it?
What does she have that I don’t?
Is it beauty?
Is it grace?
Is it love?
Is it fate?
Does she make you laugh, like no one else?
Does she hold your hand when you get scared?
Why does she get a piece of you
When I’m the one that deserves you?
What does she have
That I don’t?
What can I change?
I love you.
Isn’t that enough?
It’s like this : a seed is planted;
and that seed is given sustenance for growth;
and that growth blossoms a perennial flower;
that flower falls asleep at dusk and wakes at dawn;
day after day, night after night until winter comes;
and when it comes the flower hides itself for a stretched moment of time;
a time when the sun warms us all and the cycle starts over;
in fast forward amongst all the memories and the thoughts mulled over;
all those forces that belong with your gray matter and your sparkling neurons… spiral;
they spiral in that same cycle over and over and you can’t grasp one moment;
you just keep spiraling and keep cycling;
Do you think I’m funny?
Do you think I’m cute?
Do you like talking to me?
Do you look forward to seeing me?
Do you care about my life?
Do you wonder if I’m doing okay?
Do you ever miss me?
Because I do...
Kidnap me from my reality
and crushed pieces in my soul,
color me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
Wish you and your family a very
The hidden meaning behind every festival is good over bad, victory over evil, that means whatever goes wrong in the end something will go right. (Atleast something) Believe in God and do your work.
Holi, a festival of colours, sweets, love and care.
Each colour has some meaning
Green: new beginning and happiness
Red: passion, opulence, fertility, romance
Blue: power and life
I wish your life is filled with all these colours.
Gone are the days
When balloons and splashes,
With cousins and friends were celebrated events.
When smeared faces & coloured balloon hits,
Were Mark of victory
When the last attack of colours,
Were resisted with joy and dissatisfaction,
For having to wait until next year.
The traces of colours were left behind,
Our faces dyed in hues of pink blue green black.
Smiling faces enjoying the festive delicacies.
Wishing everyone a happy holi Spreading the colour of happiness.☺️
Veo un atardecer rojizo de marzo
con nubes obscuras
y un clima tan cálido
y quisiera estar en compañía del hombre
que provoca ese color en mi rostro
simplemente al observarme.
I love wearing black...
It transforms me into a colorful string linked to the universe.
A faraway constellation-
the purest hue of night...