January was longer and colder than ever. It finally snowed yesterday only, almost a month later than the scheduled time. And the world is beautiful again:))
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February
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The Sky is Blue
The thought of bleeding
and running out of love
is what makes the pen fall still,
Even though we can always
paint the sky yellow, but the fear
that others never will.
We always look for the spring
without trying to learn
the cold beauty of snow,
Why choose the abandoned cracks to hide
for it can be a place to grow.
One day without any warning,
the Ocean will swallow
the only Earth we ought to call home,
So be proud of your heart I say,
for it is the whole universe,
let it roam.
Even when your blood dries out
or when the world turns upside down
breaking apart only painting
you ever drew,
Let your heart
have this privilege
of being your first home,
try to look up at the sky,
even if it’s blue.
~ Kajal, the Sky is Blue
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The Idealism of Yellow
Is it possible to write down
a shade in white ink ?
to stop and think
about things that have been,
To tell a tale, forbidden-
To sing a song, forgotten.
May I write pain in bright yellow
brown seeds falling from a sunflower
Can I repaint the shades of blue
to show you how things are?
To walk a path bare foot
To tell a tale; a lie.
Kajal, The idealism of yellow
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Anatomy of a journey
Departures are thrilling and unexplored frontiers await my arrival. But I hate going out. I love my people, new places but getting ready is a chore.
When the unknown unfolds against my eyelids, my scared heart flutters. The world has its charm, the joy of a downpour, the sorcery of still wind but the fear of thunder is persistent. Can’t I just get out of my head? No.
The exhaustion of navigating the labyrinth of hesitation wears the explorer down within. A fire engulfs the remotest corner of my mind, where wanderlust had taken refuge. Closed eyes are portals to a world buried in the subconscious, where I run to when the reality gets too real and it’s burning. I’d blame this arson on people but unknown is no lesser threat than the known.
Desires are unpredictable, you never know if you really longed for something until you fathom the intensity. A soul has to be set free for it to know it’s shackled; so I decide – to walk the line in between passion and fear in search of a revelation.
A collaboration with Bharath Upendra
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Hello beautiful people. Within one month of being back on WordPress, I’m here to rant. You all might not agree but if you do, I know how annoying this specific thing is.
Spam comments are common on WordPress (if it’s not and I need to fix something on my blog, please let me know). I have been on and off here since 2018 and I have seen wordpress saving me from hundreds of potential threats, spam and out of context comments throughout the time (a feature I saw only on WordPress). However the number was pretty low. By early 2021 it went up gradually, still bearable.
This year from mid June until this day, such comments are close to hundred. Within a month, can you believe it? I couldn’t.
I know the deal here, new accounts, even old ones have to interact in order to let your account/art/words be seen. But come on. There’s a huge difference between reading someone’s work because you appreciate them and reading/liking/commenting for your own sake. It really annoys me. I always thought WordPress was a safe space for people who appreciate all the forms of art. But “nice writeup, follow my blog” doesn’t sound genuine to me. And if it’s not genuine, what’s the point? Some don’t even leave comments relevant to the posts!
Worse are people who like tens of posts within seconds, like how do you do that? How can you do that? Don’t you think people can see the notifications?!
My point is, self promotion is something we should all be doing because if I’m not promoting my works, who is going to? But there’s a thin line. We don’t have to disrespect others’ works to bring attention to ours.
Image from Pinterest.
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Note to self
Write freely? Let the words fall in place? Write with no strings attached? No.
Try writing with all your emotions attached to that one word which made you write in the first place. Read shitty poems on internet, write shitty poems on internet and re read your work. Because, who cares. Be your biggest fan. Take the compliments, take them all. It took you so much to reach here, stand your ground and take all the praise. Write what you want when you want and where you want. Fall in love and don’t try to hold it in anymore. Let yourself fall and let yourself love. Don’t be afraid to have your heart broken. It’s about time, just live.
~ 🧜♀️
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A house always does
what a house should do
no matter the cost,
for the benefits are worth.
A high wall, a decorated lawn
Pretty to look at
hard to be seen.
A tall gate, beautiful colours
Stone-cold beauty
Impregnable.
Empty marbles
Indeed a marvel!
A graveyard waiting for all
to join in,
Can’t claim all the land.
Why don’t you just live?
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Sanity is not a Statistics
Life is a journey, they say.
In search for words
in the corners of the world,
It seems easy.
Unknown vernacular is scattered
on the long forgotten floor.
Mist from long lost feet echoes-
A language of ancient times.
Memory is nothing but
a forgotten language.
No one other than you can speak it.
No one other than you know it.
No two people in a memory
remember it the same.
We often hear ourselves asking others,
“Remember this, remember that”?
Memories written on the skin
are lethal.
How do you describe a touch
that no longer exists!
Existence is a whole other thing,
let’s not go there.
But
everything exists in a memory.
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Art is Agony
The way things are,
I’m having hard time being okay with that.
They say- forever never lasts long,
HOW to be okay with that?
I see my friends turning to art,
Reading shit and calling shots.
WHAT is the meaning of art?
WHERE do I shoot my shot?
I’m afraid of asking questions
for all my WHAT go unnoticed.
The cat on my patio is purring unnecessarily
Is she afraid of living, unnoticed?
All the questions are hiding
hiding behind question marks,
Despite the endless possibility of no’s
All of us are looking for more,
Childhood wounds are surely popular
to leave marks.
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Things that make home- a poem
There’s this tiny plant at home
which fills me with a desire to roam,
I hold my heart and lay on grass
A shiny thing, fragile as glass.
Walls here are over protective
The colour? Not so attractive,
Feelings grip my ankle, as hard as stone
I’m filled with desires, completely unknown.
The sun is roaming in the sky
A bird is here, to lie,
Earth has me and stubborn trees
You and me- children of a chilly breeze.
I thought I had forever
Was running on the motto of- now or never,
I don’t know how just be
It must take great price, to actually be free.
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