Come with me on a super short virtual tour of my city filled with hope, love and dreams 🌸
Till I rest in peace, I hope it's somewhere the colours become one, united with each other; one body one soul. Stuck in time. The good times. 🌸
Politely ignoring the worldly pleasures that others are experiencing, you hide back in your grave of salvation rhetorically remembering the days which should have lasted for ever. Those little days when there were no dark circles and the day you felt like YOU.
I really hope things can feel like it's getting back to normal before everything goes worse. I watched a movie called moonshot which is set at a time where going to Mars and thinking of a future there is a possibility. I kept thinking to myself, is it really necessary to start discovering another habitable planet before we save our own? The ongoing ruckus feels like a distraction to mending an inevitable loss for our environment. Maybe the newer generation would really need another planet to shift to when we destroy our own deliberately.
Is it really World War III??? I am honestly not surprised… post a pandemic, the only rational thing we as a reformed species could do, is go to war ensuring end-game transcribed annihilation. All this anxiety and helpless screaming at a wall came at halt when I came across this haunting yet tender picture of a couple standing in the Kyiv underground metro as time stood still for them, sharing a quiet moment for love to surface. I decided to calm myself down by doing the only thing I know – write! I couldn’t help but wonder what they must be feeling amidst the chaos.
Who are you really? Does the fear of anonymity strike you as well? Many times, the thought of anonymity itself is greater than what it is we fear.
I read my first horror story in R.L Stine's Goosebumps series. Since then I've always wanted to write one on my own. Starting this new year on a spooky note. Hope you enjoy!
This post was incredibly difficult for me to articulate, but I'm overwhelmed with your love and feedback. I could finally gather the courage to do this! 💜 I would love to hear your stories as well and if there is anything you'd like to share. Your support means the world to me. 🌸
Love can be found in unexpected places. Sometimes we go out searching for what we think we want and we end up with what we're supposed to have.
Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace - Giacomo Leopardi
About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all.
September is National Suicide Prevention Month. All month, mental health advocates, prevention organizations, survivors, allies, and community members unite to promote suicide prevention awareness. It’s time to fight anxiety, depression, or any other problems that have been tampering with your mental health by getting expert help.
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Ink drawing has helped me express my poetry in a unique way. The troubles of this world pass, and what we have left is what we have made of our souls. 💜
Pen drawing has helped me express my poetry in a unique way. I hope you enjoy reading as well as admire my art. Keep supporting and shower all the love 💜
Learning is a conversation. Be open with your folks when they ask you something on technology. Don't forget they are the ones to introduce you to all of your firsts in life.
Aren't we relieved the lockdown has our bras hidden away in the closet freeing us from it's strapped weight.
A tribute to Astha Srivastava. Her stories will forever remain in our hearts. 💜 May her soul rest in eternal peace ☮️
I hope everyone is staying strong and safe! My own eulogy would have been different. But I lost my uncle (brother's father) most recently. I tried to express what he felt and how he would want his son to think of him now that he's gone. Always praying for a better life for wherever he is now.
FUN FACT: Diamond Harbour was frequented by the Portuguese pirates. Thus, the site features some ruins associated with the pirates.
"Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” — Aristotle, Greek philosopher -The work in progress- Ink has always been a medium I wanted to explore. This piece of art and concept blew me while I was browsing the net for a topic to start scribbling on. This ended up really well with a mixed... Continue Reading →
[Monitor beeping....] [Muffled breathing...] Her body fell into a deeper abyss. Hey eyes felt jaded. She fell into a deeper state of trance. Could it be all the anesthesia that made her feel this way? From the infinitesimal peek between her eyelashes and skin, she could see a faint image of her parents. They looked... Continue Reading →
That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.
|| Just like the sun and the moon, one a star, the other a large mass of rock and dirt, people feel connected to one another despite of their differences. They say the first impressions last. I say they are judging too fast. See how the unknown merges into the known. Love is tangled in... Continue Reading →
It's hard to lose someone. You imagine you will never get over the pain. It will hurt less someday and you will survive. As irreparably broken, gutted, hollow as one may feel, it does not kill you. While it may feel as though a dementor has sucked every last hint of happiness from your chest, you will have days where you think of them and you do not cry. There will even be days you smile while you remember them. Be thankful for those days, which fend off despair like my personal little patronus charm. I know that is what they would want for me, and how they would want to be remembered — with love and joy instead of pain and tears.
Remember, when the peacock struts his stuff, he shows his backside to half the world. - Herve Wiener
The older I'm getting, the more I'm failing to understand how emotions work. That ex who is a father of a child, still confesses to you being his first love. That friend with whom you were so close knitted with, now barely a like on the Gram story. That long distance with whom each second... Continue Reading →
You cannot heal in the same environment that got you sick.You will still be art, even when they stop admiring.So darling, take the brush and own it as the sky and clouds are your canvas.~oishmortal~
Want to shout out to each and everyone of you for the immense love and support. I started writing as an experiment without really thinking of what or how am I going to keep up to it. But now this seems like a community that inspires and makes me feel more positive each day! Keep... Continue Reading →
Way before we were in a situation of learning more in crisis than in comfort, I came across this moment I captured a few months earlier on my way back home from work. This grandfather came to drop off his grandson everyday without fail at 2 PM in the blaring heat, rain, or chilly afternoons.... Continue Reading →
During the lockdown, enjoy the things that were always free. We were just not free to notice. So I went to the terrace and got some snaps of the sky - sunset. Each time different and each day even more beautiful. Have you even seen the sun and the moon together under the same sky?... Continue Reading →
Vance Joy - Riptide || Ukulele || Single Cover Click on the link above for my latest song! Maa and I walked into a shop and I bought the Uke at the blink of an eye. Since then I have dedicatedly sat in a place for hours at a stretch. I have sang horribly, learnt... Continue Reading →
The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →
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Here are a few snaps of my city prior to the lockdown! Do you miss the swarm of people? Or are you happier with the empty streets? Milkman Renovators Straight outta the crab Daily wager The flower seller Market Morning bugle
OISHMORTAL The world is really ending? I'd like to start off by just putting it out there. The intensity of it all. I belong from India. One of the third world countries of the world. Honestly, I am pleasantly surprised by how organised our government has been about this pandemic. A 21 days lockdown has... Continue Reading →
Happy Holi everyone! In this time of the festive season, I thought of sharing one of my favourite songs since school days. Lenka is an amazing artist and this song's lyrics was by heart to me. Me and my friends would sing along at sleepovers. Really happy to present my ukelele version for all of... Continue Reading →
There's the moon…shining like a wannabe giving light in darkness…like a hope to your dead-end…i saw the darkest of times, so you cannot trick me with your momentary happiness….-scincerely yours, Lost hope Oishmortal
Just like the rainbow, my mind is altering moods.Am I too selfish to have many filters?To think sometimes I am here to fight alone, and sometimes break down with the absence of no one?My mind needs cleansing, my heart is too pure to treat others with layers.Fixing me is not easy.I might push you away... Continue Reading →