Spent the afternoon rummaging through old books and new and came across this beautiful poem by Sylvia Plath. There's a part of me that totally relates to this poem, I feel many a time, in hindsight I've been walking around with tinted glasses on, I never really see the whole picture in it's true shades, often till it's to late.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Inner child

A beautiful poem I chanced upon today. it's worth the read.

 I feel bad for those who lost their inner child. 

The world needs more adults with young heart, a brave heart, one that's excited and enthusiastic about the wonders of our magnificent world. 

People who believe in miracles, who believe they can make them happen too. 
People who can stomach the horrors they witness everyday and give love even when they are never the recipients. 
People who are kind enough to forgive everyone around them and forgive themselves too when it's the hardest to do so. People who are crazy enough to want to make a difference, even crazier to work for it.


-- Dana Hindi

A dragonfly in my mind's eye

Some nights feel like they are made of magic, where you feel an almost primal need to express something. This artwork started like most, a faint glimmer in my mind's eyes and with each brush stroke morphed into something beautiful and heartfelt. If you've followed my artwork and blogposts you'd know I do have more than just a soft corner for dragonflies, so much so that I've had one inked on my body. 

At the fag end of every Monsoon season, I find myself standing on my terrace engulfed in a sea of dragonflies, it's a surreal experience where you smack dab in the middle of a bustling city and yet in your mind you feel like you're in a lush field filled with dragonflies, so real is the feeling that I can almost smell the fresh grass and feel the soft mud between my toes.

This artwork which is still a work in progress, is a humble expression of all of those feelings I've felt over the years. My little haven and escape from the realities of living a fast paced city like Mumbai.

Life of Death by Marsha Onderstijn

The day Death fell in love by Marsha Onderstijn is one of the most heartwarming depictions of death. I love the simple and beautiful illustrations and the story and perspective is truly eye opening and priceless. It will make you look at death in a completely new light, a must watch!

Inhale...Hold...Exhale!

 

Inhale the future, exhale the past!

Make the time to breathe deeply, relax your mind and body.

And don't forget to make yourself a pipping hot cup of tea :)

The gift of an ordinary day