Shadows be Proud

Live each moment. Determine that no one can fiddle with your peace of mind. Do whatever you want to. Live each moment. Don’t do whatever you don’t want to. Forget the past if it petrifies you. Forget just by believing that you MUST not waste the moments, each one. You are a precious soul. You must fly. You must soar.

You must not forfeit. Be happy. Be contended. Fight for peace. Fight for your peace. Find whatever YOU think is right and fight for it. Do whatever no one expects you to but you and your best person do. Do stuff that makes you feel proud in your own mind. You must believe. You must raise the level. You must shape your mind arrogant, high, and blissful; make it a power. Feel free to feel whatever you think is right must be right. Stand firm ground. Heads held high. You must win.

Do something different. Something new, something that matters; electrify, stupefy, lead, prosper, cry, fulfill, desire, dream, love, give in, make believe, play, get high, crack up. You must win.

And together, we shall carve out magicians.

 

                              

A man’s habits express what the soul wants, a woman’s what it needs.

Water

You MUST listen to everything she has to express

Epiphany in the Cacophony

“I’ll tell my father”, she threatened, fighting her tears.

“My father is stronger than your father”, he declared, as a crowd of boys cheered him.

Adi knew he was in trouble but it was too late to turn back. Too many people had seen it and he had a reputation to maintain. Minutes later, he told the boys he was going to the toilet and went to find Ridhi. She sat in the corner of their class, looking down at her lunch. She didn’t notice Adi walk in. He patted her on the shoulder and handed her a half-eaten bar of Dairymilk.
“Sorry. Don’t tell my mother”. He said, as he turned around to leave. “I will definitely tell her”, Ridhi called out behind him. It was Adi’s turn to cry. He turned around and begged. “Please Ridhi, I wont do it again”. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’ll…

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Fantasy

There’s only one that’s real, all else is escapism.

You’re a cacophony, a wilderness, a breath; a blink, a silence, a breath, a taste, a harmony, a breath. You’re my Cacophony.

Hyjack

The thing about proper nouns is, they can be interchanged. Or can they be?

No Absolutes

It’s not always important to know the end. In fact, sometimes that’s the best you can do. In order to mould the outcome and be able to experience creativity through expression, one necessarily needs not to know the end, right from inception. Undoubtedly, a focussed line of thought is required, so the direction and design of the idea should be lucid; but the focal point should be the thought. Once a notion has been conceptualised, half the battle has already been won and the other half is enveloped by the offset of work, experience and sustenance. Work, for one must put in effort to cherish the reap of what one sows. Experience, for experience itself. Sustenance, for the entirety of effort and wisdom.

Absoluteness is not necessary; to liberate the end is. Fantasy regarding the unknown is one of a special style. One must unbind from shackles of conclusion, and let lose into harmonies of pied beauty.

(Sove)Reign

There were two. One was an intellectual artist. The other became an artistic intellectual, and they became the best of friends.

After, they both got intellectually stunned by his artistic presentation. And then there were three.

“Step aside, you’re clouding my freedom”. She cut herself and he bled through her wounds.

She couldn’t see him bleed and he couldn’t see. So he poured the blood into her soul.

Molten memory

To get far, far away, being deluded by myriad thoughts of flavour was the only want. She found him and they cooked in scorching spice to get burnt.