The Mundane Artist

Dark blanket shrouds over me Highlighted with subtle lighting; The hubbub of the city. The diamonds shine, Multiply, When I look up with my naked eye. My neck strains As it tries to catch the trail Of the diamonds. Soon I am on the ground Laughing at my misery Of inflexibility. The boisterousness that we throw around About how the intelligent beings we are, And we are But are we as significant As we deem ourselves to be? We are but the same; All homo sapiens aside And all others on another side. We are a side of the same coin. Our probability has been higher; We have been lucky. It’s only a matter of time For the coin To end on the side We exist. 

"Where the love laws lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much."   - The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy    

WGrayson7: well, i agree that "trial and error" is a pretty pessimistic name for it. and maybe that's what it is most of the time.    WGrayson7: but i think the point is that it's not just try-error.    WGrayson7: most of the time it's try-error-try.   WGrayson7: try-error-try   WGrayson7: try-error-try   WGrayson7: and that's how you find it.   willupleasebequiet: it?    WGrayson7: you know. it .   willupleasebequiet: yeah, it .   willupleasebequiet: try-error-try-it   WGrayson7: well...i haven't become that optimistic .   Wgrayson7: it's more like try-error-try-error-try-error-try-error-try-error-try...at least fifteen more rounds...then try-error-try- it . -Will Grayson and Will Grayson, Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. Looking at the same sky, at the same stars and the same moon that you are looking at and that makes me realise how further connected we are than just the wireless connection that we explicitly have. You may not be thinking the same thoughts as I am; you may not even be thinking about me, but like how I exist at the back of your mind, the sky and the stars and the moon are like the back of your mind to remind you we are always connected because it's what the universe wants; and believe it or not the universe supports you all the time. It's us that complicates simple things, and it's us that doesn't support ourselves and others as much as we need to.  I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. I'm wondering if you're wondering whether I'm wondering wherein reality you can pick up your phone and connect. Th...

i sit at my window sill on an early rainy morning.  i stare down at my empty cup filled with hot, steaming tea priorly i am hypnotised.  i can hear the raindrops fall on my roof i can feel the presence  of the sheltered birds  i am hypnotised.   i look up from my stupor  to fall into another  the fairy lights on my neighbour's window  i am hypnotised.  my eyes shift to  the next movement  the swaying of trees  in unity  i am hypnotised.  the sound of thunder, a flash of lightning the earth tries to  shake me out of my stupor i am hypnotised.  i sit with the cup still in my hand  i sit next to  a broken dream  i am hypnotised. 

There’s a door at the end of the corridor. It’s not dark. But only a part of the corridor is lit with lights. The other half is dark. I am standing at the other end. I am so curious. There are people coming and going occasionally. It doesn’t bother me though. I walk slowly. I have never been here before. There is a squash court downstairs. Two of the courts are being used. A girl of no more than 16 years, plays vigorously in the first court. She’s wearing a red shirt and track pants of black. This game makes a lot of noise, I think to myself. I don’t know much about it. It resembles tennis. But of course they’re different. Come to think of it, it’s actually the first time I have seen this game. I walk further. Before I can turn to see the occupants of the last court (as the second of the two was the last one in use), I get distracted. A drop of water falls behind me and makes a sound. I turn around and look at the small puddle of water I just passed unknowingly. I look up ...

Breath Visible in the cold evening Next to me. We look in front Without distraction Deep in thought Yet Aware of each other’s presence; Two strangers. Crickets chirping; People walking In their coats and mufflers and gloves. In the oddest way, In the 21 st century, Their silence Met And They fell in love With each other’s silence In the 21 st century. Smiles crept up on our faces, As we left Nameless.

"The Love of Two Stars Two stars fell in love. Between them came sky And ten moons and two suns riding high,   Before them the nebulous star-crusted Way,  The silence of Night, the silver of Day.    A million years passed, the lovers still glowed   With the brilliance and fire and passion of old,   But one star grew restless and set off at night    With a wonderful shower of hot white light.    He sped to his love, with his hopes and his fears,   But missed her, alas, by a thousand light-years. " -Ruskin   Bond's Book of Verse .      

"It's impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. Someone who looks at you, who doesn't know you, who tells you it's OK, whatever you did, whatever you've done; you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness." -Rachel, The Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins. 

Today I'll tell you a story; A story never told.  It's about a beautiful girl, Who wrote. Her eyes, An abyss. Her fingers' touch, A healing.  Her thoughts, Speak to me. Her lips, Move obscurely. I remember the way she looked  When she made me memorable.  I remember the way she looked  When she broke me; It broke her too. Oh my heart's desire!  I love her!  She's so close, yet so far.  You see dear reader, She made me. Quite literally. She wrote me. Quite literally. She gave me life. Quite literally . And I Reach out to her.  Will you help me,  Help me out of this book  That she writes me in?  Help me out of the world  She made for me?  Please do! Before she  takes my life.  

dusk-  dates and water to  start iftar 

"The evil you do remains with you, the good you do comes back to you." - Old Hunchback, Of Good And Evil by Samir D'Silva.

I sat at a corner table. It was a decent bar. The lights were dim, and there was a low murmur of people talking, with the occasional uproar of laughter from the table on the other side of the room. I had a glass of beer. It was full. I had taken just one sip in the past 10 minutes. Maybe because of the book that was in front of me. A worn out leather-bound book. I know. Cliche. An uproar of laughter startled me. I didn't realize that I was staring at the book. I sighed, suddenly exhausted. I asked for the bill, paid money for the still full-one-sipped beer and left.  It was a dark night. I couldn't see the moon anywhere. The stars seemed to be shrouded with a black cloth. I don't know why but I usually look down and walk. It's a habit. I've been asked to change it by my family, my friends and my girlfriend. But I just rolled my eyes or shrugged it off with a "yeah." I turned to the left towards the bus station, but I was met by a wall. "Ouch. ...

"The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she's treated."   -Eliza Doolittle, Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. 

You know, it's been a while since feminism has been in existence. The word was coined in the 17th century. So yes, it's been here for a while. When we talk about feminism, somehow, it is more likely to be linked to something major. Which is not wrong. But you know what's wrong? When you don't apply it in real life scenarios that includes YOU,YOU and YOU. Let me elaborate. As someone who just graduated from high school, I am someone who has observed it, witnessed it and done it too. You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't overtly demean a fellow girl (who may be your friend, classmate, acquaintance, etc.) because you didn't approve of her choice or you were jealous of her.  I am not asking you to go all chummy with every decision or every person you come across. You have your opinions and you are entitled to them. You can suggest. But when does this suggestion or opinion become a judgement? When you demean or belittle them. When you use abusi...

"Enjoy what you have, every little detail of wherever you are. Don't focus on where you aren't ."   -Guardian Dimitri Belikov, Vampire Academy: Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead.

the calendar has cross marks, waiting for the day, for it to stop. when will it stop? the glaring touch; the mark left without a touch. why are you asking me? to wear appropriately, accusing me of obscenity.  why don't you ask them?  to behave appropriately, excusing them with sexuality. i look at my body in the mirror; i see scars. these scars won't be seen to the naked eye, now ingrained in me. i asked you; you roughly brushed it off my body. i wear what i want, but immediately want cover, because those claws come by.  i fight, i do, i promise.  but it's hard; hard to not bother; hard to not wince.  why is it that when someone cared they asked ME to get shelter, and not the other person to go away.  but the other person doesn't go away; he trespasses into the shelter you asked me to get. "Safe".. Ha. he trespasses further into me; i wonder where i went wrong.  when i told you, you washed me, you...

In the 21st century, I don't think that human rights should be a question. It is an everyday living phenomena. We say we have progressed immensely as compared to the prior generations. But, have we? Have we really, when brutality is at its rise, children are dying, women are raped, and there is no sign of justice? A year or two ago, I came across 'Female Genital Mutilation. ' And I was shocked to see such a violation of human rights for girls. So read on! I insist. However you may perceive this piece of writing, nothing, and I mean NOTHING should stop you from being aware of this brutal practise, which I am ashamed and afraid to say that it EXISTS. Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) is nothing but removing of external female genitals, or injury to female genital organs for purposes that are NOT medical. It is as gruesome as it sounds, maybe more. It is, as mentioned above, a clear violation of human rights of girls and women. It is carried out on girls between infancy a...

gaze greets the stars trying to grasp hold  did i pull away hastily?  i choke at your name i search for you in this colossal  a ship without a compass i was the storm the color to my rainbow oh! what have i done?  don't do this! i'm a tragedy you're beautiful sail away! sail away!  won't you listen to your amoreux? a beautiful tragedy, then?  adieu love a beautiful tragedy is all i'll ever be a beautiful tragedy is all i'll ever be

"I'll take you to a therapist," said his friend. "I don't need a damn therapist!" he screamed.  "Dude you haven't been out in a month. It's eating you, don't you see?"  "Get out," he said.  "I'm taking you to a therapist tomorrow. Be ready at 4," his friend said before walking out of the door.  "Whatever," he whispered to himself.  ~~~~~ "What the hell man?" screamed a groggy voice.  "Wake up!" his friend shook him, and pulled his blanket off.  "Are you insane? What time is it?" he asked, and grabbed his phone to check the time. "It's 4 in the bloody morning. Are you crazy? Get the hell out of my house, and let me sleep," he shouted.  "Shh, do you want to wake your parents up? I know it's bloody 4 in the morning. I got a C in math, but I can very well read time."  "Oh that's great. So now kind...

There's a concept on loving oneself. Now I am not a philosopher, neither have I reached peak wisdom. But this is something to just ponder upon. There are so many people in this world that will pin adjectives to you, positive or negative. Someone will say that you're good-looking, whereas another will say that you're a bit fat for that dress. We have been taught to embrace the positive, and eliminate the negatives, which is a great way to be content with oneself.  We all love to be showered with compliments. And why shouldn't we? We should also compliment others. It's a great way to spread optimism. Give and take, give and take.  But there comes a time, where we start to depend on these compliments, or something negative to happen to uplift ourselves, uplift our spirits. My question is: Why? Why do we wait for compliments to feel good? Why do we wait for something bad to happen to us so we can tell ourselves,"You're amazing!"?  These ad...

"Whoever the homeland may belong to, it is not merely a piece of geography. It is also not just history. Nor is it the rivers of the region, or the mountains. It is all those things that keep getting absorbed in your very being whether you want it or not. It constantly nurtures your mind, heart and soul. Keeps it alive ... It is our land that gives us a vision. Gives us strength to see our country and see beyond it. To connect with our place and times." - Krishna Sobti, Author of Daar Se Bichudi (English translation: Memory's Daughter)