Far from the shallow

It happens in the most unexpected ways. When you’re going about your daily routine

Decorating pain

We decorate pain in everyday life. Amidst the intricacies of nature and labyrinth of creation, we find ways to decorate pain Through stormy hail and torrential rains, we decorate pain with a dainty rainbow, In the darkest nights we decorate pain with specks of shimmering stars. Through the circle of life, the blooming and withering…

The purpose of art

Is art about finding the right canvas, vibrant colours, and perfect set of brushes? Is it about the way the easel stands facing the light so you notice every stroke of paint, every dot and splash?

Zombie

The sun is bright and harsh Searing through the vast sky Onto deserted roads And empty boulevards that once held ringing laughter.

The strange cosmic siblings

4.6 billion years ago Amidst a disc of gas, dust and rocky bodies, the infant sun is born Over time, out of the chaos orbs of planets are formed One of them- Theia, comes charging towards the young earth with a gigantic impact Resulting in a swirling molten bright mess of magma rain clouds- synestia…

The zenith of words

Words. They hold so much vigour, The power to create, the power to destroy. Words. They are the instrument of expression Painting every emotion. Words. They are music to the ears Creating a rhapsody to remember. Words. They are a writer’s pride A priceless gift from the muse. Words. They hold life and meaning And…

Yellow sunshine in a drop

In the backyard of the blue house a vibrant bed of grass covers the ground. Wispy dandelions fly across, with no particular path In the midst of a balmy summer day.

Xian

It is always a story that chooses us and gives us the opportunity to give it life. From ages ago when history began to take shape, and culture unfolded like a gilded carpet The people we met, the milestones we crossed The discoveries and the wonders of the Universe, We gather those memories, those awe-filled…

Life for the win

Some days you notice the rain and not the rainbow, Some days struggles scream louder than victory And the journey seems tedious when you can’t see the destination.

Violet

Violet in the meadows, swaying with the grass Violet in the garden- a silken bed of velvet Violet streaks of twilight, reflecting the vivid azure