::Loss::

The scent of fresh roses still remained stained upon the dry canvass of memories of a glowing morning in spring…

That was a long time ago and I cannot recall when it happened next. It is still winter here but I cannot wait any further for spring to arrive and unwrap its surprises.

Each time I look outside the window of my inner world, my eyes search for the faces I may never get to see again in this lifetime. Yet, it is an amazing truth that we cannot deny when we come across strangers and our hearts tend to skip a beat or our eyes refuse to blink. Deep inside, something stirs and melts those frozen memories of a lost loved who left leaving a deep scar as a parting gift.

It is even more moving when we gradually forgive and forget our dark pasts to slowly breathe deeper into the waiting arms of the foggy future filled with empty pockets of uncertainty and strange people who eventually stay with us as faithful friends to the very end of our incomplete stories and complete it with their incomplete selves…

Coming back to myself, I close my eyes each time fate forces me to part with a soul who had been a part of my weak heart for some time. I express my tears, bereavement and respects in solitary confinement as I sit back and watch the reel flashing back frames of our good & bad times we shared together.

For a fact, I have always believed in life to be even more surprising that the blushing spring. Being a slow learner yet a perfectionist, I gradually learnt to brave the wraths of parting and walk tall by faking a smile to hide my true emotions.

Loss – it cannot be any worse than the word itself. But somewhere deep inside my mind, it keeps bringing back the scent of fresh roses in the form of memories I cherish and pay tribute…

::St. Martin's Island::

::FooD FoR ThoughT::

Today was yesterday’s tomorrow
Tomorrow is day after today
Today becomes tomorrow’s yesterday.

Time is a blessing in disguise. It is a healer for both the body and soul. It brings with it the wisdom of being silent by provoking meaningful thoughts to our actions – past and present.

True living is surviving against all odds we encounter in life and accepting what is being served without breathing a word. Winning comprises of a collection of time frames to earn that final moment of grandeur and opulence at the finishing line.

Victors are not always the vanquishers wearing the medals and laurels of honor. Mostly, they are the dark horses in disguise.

Optimism is only a theory. Reality is never what was initially planned. Thought are like smoke particles that keep changing and molding into shapes as they are emitted until they disappear if not retained.

Fear and fire are both dangerous if improperly attended. Trust can be as strong as steel and fragile as silk depending on how deep it is.

This world is just the beginning of how life looks like. The hereafter is the real place where life is rewarded by what one has earned to achieve his ultimate goal.

::ThE BackStagE Of SurvivorS::

Some of the best moments in life could be memories of childhood, love, achievements, defeat, loss of a loved one – some special moments when glued together become a masterpiece in its own way and form. Time being the most expensive commodity of present times I find it extremely difficult to sit down to count my collection of memories. However, I always find it worth to close my eyes and imagine how things would have turned out had they been the way I wanted.

Oftentimes, there are many dreams within us that remain unfulfilled. At times we have to end up sacrificing a want for a need – or at times for a better purpose or to win someone’s heart.

We all love to dream big, but to live them we have to take the trouble to face the harsh challenges that lie ahead of us stretching till the horizons the way we see them. Some achieve easily – some take ages yet few are remembered, just for what they did for others by foregoing their own wants and sharing their good and happiness with the sadness of other incomplete people.

These special moments of emotion of real humans are what remains down ages, centuries with the passage of time and are retold to the young as a humble note of inspiration to lead the next generation.

No one is born with the perfection of speckles qualities and aces of talents to become the most extraordinary. Perfection comes with the courage to face the worst and survive to stand and walk tall without complaining. True achievers are not perfect people from another planet.

Every successful person we so admire as our everyday heroes and living role models have a story to tell that made himself / herself what they are today. The best moments are just rolling in, but if you read through their steps towards their objectives you will discover their rise from ashes where all they had with themselves was the armor of determination, unbending courage and the torch of faith…

::SometimeS AgaiN::

Sometimes when I gaze in the evening sky
My eyes search for the answers I fail to find
Sometimes my soul helps me face the world
Sometimes it fails to win some hearts

Sometimes I bleed in pain
Sometimes I weep with joy
Sometimes I fail to find a faithful friend
Who could hear me say: I am just a simple man

Sometimes I stop to think
How my show would end one fine day
Sometimes I try to reason with destiny and understand my fate
Of what has in reality become

Sometimes I turn around and look back to reminisce my past
Sometimes I look ahead in order to forget
The days those were once unbearably hard

Sometimes some things are never understood however true

Sometimes some lies can change one’s life
With the desire to live again
Like a real man.

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::IntoxicatioN::

I often dream, intoxicated by the hallucinating moments we spent together. These moments shall remain with me however faded and worn out – as a silent treasure.

A new world has seemingly woven itself within the two of us; touched by compassion, felt by the depth of serenity and seen by the blinded eyes of our carefree souls breathing inside us.

It delights me to dream about you whenever I can. It bleeds me to imagine that you are far away…

I cannot assess how painful the torture has become for me with your absence as I patiently wait with hope. Days pass like years and time crawls like a snail.

I do not know what would remain of me by the time you return to me. I hope you still find me as my old self waiting with my arms wide open for you to fill in the vast sea of emptiness inside me that has been dilapidated ever since you left.

I just hope you do not have to plant wild orchids upon my grave by the time you have returned to find me – silenced by silence.

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::MAN::

He walks alone
He wants what his heart desires
He gets what is in his fate
He fights to earn his bread
He struggles to keep his pace
He has to survive the odds come what may

He loves to share his happiness
He keeps his pain to himself
He is not good at words
Yet he knows how to win people’s hearts
He is born to serve the world
He has no expectations in return
His humility reflects in his silence
His integrity radiates through his eyes

He is a slave who cannot choose
Yet he dreams of freedom
And yearns for love and affection
He is short-lived
He lives only while he is alive
He is quickly forgotten once he is dead.

::25::

Turquoise Trend

Faded Fragments

Windows

Selent Serenity

Sometimes...

I wonder how life would have been
If you weren’t there.
Sometimes...
I stop to think how things would have been
By your absence.
Sometimes...
I find no answers to my questions
But to know you are there
Inside me
Makes me walk tall
And live on.

Sometimes…
I wonder how life could have been
If I weren’t there
I know life wouldn’t have been easy for you
To walk ahead
Sometimes, even a thousand words
May fail to mean a thing
When just a word could mean it all.

Sometimes…
I just want to say it.

Sometimes…
I simply can't.

Sometimes…
I know I’m gonna say it.

Sometimes…
I feel it is still not too late.

Sometimes…
You are just not there...

Moods & Moments III

Moods & Moments II

Moods & Moments I

Dark Dimensions

Abstract Fusion

Living a Story

No one wants to die; but to live – that’s the bigger picture of the small story called “Life”.

The road so called “Life” may be shorter version of what it is to become in some later chapter to come but it has in it all the elements of nature that can either make or break a man. Age and grey hair are just some examples of milestones that are crossed in order to distinctly distinguish oneself from the odds in the crowd.

However, all wars may be lost and time wasted simply by choosing the wrong road out of desire only to later realize when late has become too late to recover from one’s oblivion of choice.

The irony of sadness is when it is concealed playfully behind smiles and is never discovered. In a world today where every human is for himself or plays a part with others just for mere material gains is a true reflection of the darker shades of human nature that can be calloused, cold and uncanny in times of need. Wither too little has been shared or too much has been shed. This is reality and this show never stops. It is only the scriptwriters, directors and actors who take their fair turns to display their lexis on stage before a flock of mocking birds waiting to pick their prey.

Sometimes in life, there are these U – Turns, 360s, shifts, drifts and all sorts of speed breakers. Sometimes nothing can be seen ahead apart from unending stretches of obstacles and sky high barriers that do their best to break one’s determination to reach the end. But once again, the choice is ours. Having said that, the amount of hardship and pain we endure may open up gaping questions as to what our purpose had been to achieve such feats when things fall apart…

There are answers but they may not be the same – they all have their own reasons to justify but nothing to prove when time runs out.

I don’t know what others have said in the past. To me, “Whatever begins must come to its ultimate end. That is why we all live the bigger picture of the small story called “Life”. This is simply the nature of this Game”.

Art of Expression

It hardly interests me when I am admired for my art. I believe in reaching out to people through a common language that may or may not be in the form of words. I try to be a perfectionist wherever possible but I am also my biggest critic.

Paintings and words have grown with me a long way from my childhood – and I must admit we were never the very best of friends. In real life I have tried relentlessly to avoid these two but we somehow ended up smiling at each other.

I know perfection is an impossible word but it gives me a sense of satisfaction every time I am able to camouflage endless flaws with an air of optimism in my works that end up as masterpieces. I always have this engine continuously working at the back of my mind churning ideas and processing thoughts into a perceivable expression clear enough to be understood. The coded messages in them just need to be deciphered by the individual audience and I am sure each one is unique.

To me, the art of expression has been a tough lengthy road and if there’s anything I have achieved from it – they are patience and determination. Managing time for it after tough hours in office and for family can sound like crazy but I have learnt to burn my stress by getting a bit nocturnal at times to pride over my work the next morning.

My message to the everyday strugglers out there:

“The art of living is never simple and easy. Survivors are not always winners from the start – they are just people who do not know how to quit.”