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Priyanka

Model : Priyanka

Contrary to what you may believe

or give examples of me so cool and free,

in actuality is, objectively putting

unharvested anxiety and brain acid oozing

like branches of a tree.

 

Hours never enough, works left undone

imagination and will running in their own spree,

brilliance caged, at a place of no outlet

no substance, not even context to disagree.

 

Interiors convulsing, entangled

ideas breeding like a crazed queen bee,

negotiating with the passions , mellow down

to bring forward only the decent, that’s a guarantee.

 

 

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Interludes

Ballerina by Rick Rotante

Ballerina – Oil painting by Rick Rotante

Somedays I am there
ready, smiling, like a
prelude to the onset of a
melodious symphony,
every chord of me knows it
feels the rhythm of it.

somedays I have melancholy thoughts
strange spaces in my mind
like I don’t belong to the hour
nor the place.

There is though
a self-sufficing power
in aloneness,
while I fill the vacant spaces
become stronger in these
interludes.

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Brain workout

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To pastures new James Guthrie 1882

Some days I write blog posts,

………and some days are spend

mulling over my artist friend’s vacant canvas

or another’s tea n tattoo fetish,

worry about the one who is stuck with a manuscript,

turmoil with her characters’ dark persona

or the one who’s busy seducing her man,

she wants a baby girl.

 

Don’t get me wrong, It is rather exciting to

have a brain workout with friends’ issues,

than my own, beaten twisted struggles.

 

This was a friendspiration week. No regrets!

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The confidence battle

“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn’t have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women 

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Photo : Stanislav Holota

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Recreating myself

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing   

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Artists, writers have to be narcists. Self love, self hate, self critique, self improvement and everything in between these emotions is what makes them. Today I will draw this, tomorrow I will perform that, another moment I will pose to be something else – one can’t fathom the unpredictable desires of the creative mind. The process however, makes each artist a beautiful individual and outshine others.

The creating , disassembling, recreating makes the art grow, and chisels the artist as a person. But how many times shall you put yourself together to make U perfect? and when will you be done? when will you become that perfect you, to be ready to give out to the world.

Your personal journey in this world and your commitment towards the world is the mission of each artist. Is it not?

 

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Pauses

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“The Artist’s Studio” by Tatjana Jablonskaja

 

Pauses in the studio, are

different to other kind of pauses

contemplative, thoughtful , long or

short bouts of reflection.

 

stretch those limbs for renewed energy

grace the mind to dream a life

heart fluffed with new passion

a chosen separation to refine the soul.

 

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Pursuits et al

It is good to fail

perhaps many times

life runs out of tricks.

(Haiku from ‘Bonds of Freedom’)

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My dear friend and writer, Shal has just published her fiction novel, and I proudly announce it to my readers that I was a participant in the journey. I am predicting it will be a hit. You can connect with us on facebook, and order your copy of  Bonds of Freedom

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Interludes

Somedays I am there
ready, smiling, like a
prelude to the onset of a
melodious symphony,
every chord of me knows it
feels the rhythm of it.

somedays I have melancholy thoughts
strange spaces in my mind
like I don’t belong to the hour
nor the place.

There is though
a self-sufficing power
in aloneness,
while I fill the vacant spaces
become stronger in these
interludes.

catgirl power

Artwork by Maleeha

 

 

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haiku

I used to be nice

now I don’t see a reason

to scrape and bruise myself.

                                                             Haiku by Shal

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Brew up a kiss

 

I’ve given you enough warning

I’m not a great person to love, with

My shall-we-have-tea-first temper

It’s a destroyer? Me –thinks not.

 

I’m not just lips, and skin and poems

I’m a mansion, almost an abode

I’ll take you to galleries and sad movies

Kiss you in front of Gustav’s spot.

 

At times fresh pecks in bird-chirpy gardens

 caresses oft’ musty libraries & monuments

The smells you will gather in the recesses

Of your cortex, will keep you hot.

 

Pillager yes. Like a storm, inflamed

plunging berries soaked in soil inseparable

Exhilarating though, Leave you an earthy &  emotional

Toil, stains that do not blot.

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Gustav Klimt, The Kiss , 1908–1909

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