Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Monday, June 2, 2014

Enlightening my own mystery.



The more horrifying the world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.

Trying abstract…or removing reality.



“There’s no abstract art. You must always start with something and then can remove all the traces of reality.”

And the tree bent down to shower happiness...

"Everybody has a creative potential and from the moment you can express this creativeness, you can start changing the world."

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Monday, May 26, 2014

Fluttering blossoms.


Like the wind sweeps away everything it crosses, I feel abandoned. But as after every sunset there’s a hope of a bright sunrise, I too am clinging to my life’s loose ends, waiting for a day when I can open my wings and keep fluttering happily…ever after.

Sometimes it’s better to be just…Me.



When I cry about one thing, I end up crying about everything that’s messed up my life…but then that’s so very…just Me.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Broken Angel

I feel like the last cookie in the cookie jar...
All alone and broken.
Still am too perfect for myself.

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Being a girl...

There are times, very often when I see myself in a muddle. Everything is static, everything is silent. Then I here my heartbeat...like drumbeat and I wish to be stone deaf, breaking all the curbs of being a girl...of the so called segacious world.

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