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.
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 💜
"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 →
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~
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 →
With the latest warnings all across about the water crisis in India and all across the world, it is primarily our responsibility to promote a decentralised approach, with a key focus on water conservation, source sustainability, storage and reuse wherever possible. #saveplanetearth
Its been four years in the city already. I feel tired and very mentally exhausted. Everything around me feels the same. Mundane and tasteless. I feel entrapped within myself. My own body has started to wear out on me. I look atleast five years older than my age. It’s true what people say, a smile... Continue Reading →