Slum(bird)

Poverty cut the wings,

Talent could not take the flight,

Abundance slumbered,

That was not their fate

Although their longest plight.

Felt it more..

Dreaming with the eyes wide open,

The heat of your thoughts

Melted my cold armour,

And it all went so smooth

second by second,

A touch over here

And then a nibble there..

Only feelings n reelings

No words can describe I swear..

All sorted

They want snow that’s not cold, you give them fake snow flakes inside home to give comfort n make them happy, and they complain that you littered it all over the room, although it’s you who is going to clean it all.

What to do??

Take that little “baby” in your arms n put’em in the freezer alongwith that fake snow.

Don’t worry.. That’s a pretty chill accurate way to deal with such a li’l kid. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ™‚

Sickened.

The most sickening part is, after constant triangulation, he still comes back to me Begging me for some attention.

To a known narcissist.

How poor in karma one has to be

that you are eaten up by your own envy

trying to get me under your control

each time failing miserably

and then trying to be god

to someone n anyone who has the same ill-will against me

to make them stand in competition

despite knowing fully what it entails to you in the end

it’s nothing

yet your ego binge eats on my life

by being obnoxiously competitive burning with envy

still failing

staying in your incurable narcissistic misery.

Vibrant in dark world.

Art reflects one's soul. ๐ŸŒบโค๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’›

It’s not easy

To stay vibrant

In a dark world,

Where the shadows try to eclipse

My mind,

Where I pay the price

For being kind,

But I choose

To rise

repeatedly

against the wind,

Against the grinding grain,

I hope one day it will be acknowledged

My efforts won’t go in vain.

(Copyrights reserved on both, words and digital artwork. Thank you for reading. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒบโค๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™)

Wandering soul..

Wanderlusting a different place

every single week,

I still have the audacity to say

I am not a freak,

I don’t know where I will truly find solace,

Since I know his arms are my truly peaceful place.

(Originally posted on 9th march, 2021)

๐Ÿ’œ

Needing you was a mess,

Wanting you is disguised in

waiting

And loving from a distance.

(Posted first on 15th April, 2021)

Silent Musings..

Felt like saying a few words,

Only silence spoke.

DIGITAL-ART:CONNECTION

For some reasons,

we all are connected.

(Please do not download the artwork without explicit permission. Copyrights reserved by the author of the website. Thank you. โค)

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