Posts

Now Showing:

Image
Animation: Wake GIFS SAMPLE OF WRITING: 'Mush' poetry accompanied by art 01 demons in my head and in my lungs and in my heart wish that i could numb these invisible bruises and i can't understand why living has to be this hard it already feels like i've taken a life that isn't mine. 02 life, is it still-darkness or flashes of monochrome burning in flames that only bursts from inside nightmares and reality all seem as one i still don't comprehend why living requires too many things all at once 03 my inners feel like tar and my outer feels tarnished am i just an empty pot growing nothing but faux seeds 04 do people look like they carry knives behind their backs or am i the one who places the knives behind their souls trying to resonate with the mundane emotions they might be feeling besides the piercing pain will they make me feel whole .FIN.

Cottoned. Chapter 07 // 24.09.2021

Image
The 'I' in Happiness  "deep within these memories died the happiness  we seek." -written on 27.12.2020   From one end of the universe to the other 230921 words don't seem to easily flow out from me anymore.  creativity seems dead.  is it because of the lack of emotional exposure?  a fire burning from inside and yet i continue to add fuel the fuel slips out words i never thought would escape while the fire turns the words i wish to speak into char the fire contains a protective instinct, but how far will it take me? how much will it allow to feel? 141220 the longing and lingering shadow which dawned upon me was finally cast away light and warmth like never before made the longing from death disappear nurturing my growth  into the tree i had longed to be flowers which grew beside me stood tall protected and changed a burnt garden into an earthy home FIN.

Cottoned. 06.

Image
 06 here lies a number close to my heart DO NOT REPOST MY ART/POEM 'Mush' poetry accompanied by art 01 demons in my head and in my lungs and in my heart wish that i could numb these invisible bruises and i can't understand why living has to be this hard it already feels like i've taken a life that isn't mine. 02 life, is it still-darkness or flashes of monochrome burning in flames that only bursts from inside nightmares and reality all seem as one i still don't comprehend why living requires too many things all at once 03 my inners feel like tar and my outer feels tarnished am i just an empty pot holding nothing but faux seeds 04 do people look like they carry knives behind their backs or am i the one who places the knives behind their souls trying to resonate with the mundane emotions they might be feeling besides the piercing pain will they make me feel whole .FIN. DO NOT REPOST  MY ART/POEM

Cottoned. Chapter 05 // 09.11.2020

Image
  Forming Light "Light takes on many forms. It can mean different things to different people.  A source for life. Death. Weight. A metaphor for heaven. Happiness. Blinding. Sight. Recently, when I go to a restaurant or cafe, I notice their light. The colour of it and how it makes me feel comforted. Without light we cannot see but when there is too much light we are blinded."  -  written on 21.12.19 Inside the darkness, a blinding light appeared filling the emptiness with warmth.  #3 Sick of all these thoughts running wild in my head. Drowning from these thoughts I should have said. 010119 sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece that is missing a place to fit. 090320 when the night creeps in and the moon rises the loneliness awakens and desperately crawls into me 090420 learning to grow away from each other is hard when our roots are firmly intertwined.   091120 why must it be you? the you, I see isn't true if it were meant to be would we still rue? time is lost to us gravity

The Logic of The Idea of India

  Based On A Conversation between Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak and Romila Thapur The main purpose of this article is to explore the conversation between Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak and Romila Thapar to question and analyze what the exact idea of India is. Through reading their conversation they first take a historical approach and talk about how India has changed and the main events which had taken place to make such changes. The speakers take us back to the 1920s to the movement which Gandhi was trying to spread and then further exploring the different ideas of India.  Through the conversation of Spivak and Thapar we can understand the everchanging ideas in society. The main highlight being how ideas of a particular thing can be different but in reference to the article, how the ideas of India are different. The way people think is always different and thus we have our own opinions depending on the subject. The two women talk about how the ideas of India differ through time, stories and

The Power of Thinking// 30.08.2020

The power of our thoughts can be equally astonishing and dangerous. Our thoughts are so vast, we have many cognitive processes and the environment also plays an important role in influencing our thoughts.  There are 14 qualities we possess which makes up our mind power and the power of thinking. These 14 qualities can be enhanced to level up our thinking. There are also things which we need to avoid. 1. Concentration Concentration is an ability which we all require in our daily lives. Since we live in such hurried lives, we as humans may have a tendency of not being able to concentrate on only one thing. There are so many things that run through our mind, as students, it may be school/college work, assignments and lessons, besides these we also think of our interests thus we can't set our minds on one thing.  We can, however, improve our concentration and there are also hindrances we should avoid.  Enhancers:  a. Taking breaks b. Meditation c. Solving puzzles or word search d. Food

Cottoned. Chapter 04 // 13.08.2020

Image
What if I created an album? Take 02. Song 01. ∘ ─── 🍦༉─── ∘ 𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 ∘ ───  ☕༉─── ∘ π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’”π’•π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’” π’“π’†π’—π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’†π’… π’‘π’‰π’π’•π’π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’‘π’‰π’” 𝒄𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’ 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇. π’“π’†π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’Šπ’•π’•π’†π’“ 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’π’π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 π’”π’π’ˆπ’ˆπ’š. π’†π’šπ’†π’” π’‡π’“π’π’Ž 𝒂 π’…π’Šπ’”π’•π’‚π’π’„π’† π’Žπ’†π’†π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’ˆπ’π’†π’‚π’Ž 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’π’† π’…π’“π’†π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒇 π’…π’“π’†π’‚π’Žπ’” π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’…π’“π’†π’‚π’Ž. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‘π’‚π’”π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 π’Žπ’Šπ’π’π’Šπ’π’ π’ƒπ’–π’•π’•π’†π’“π’‡π’π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒔 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’˜π’‚π’π’…π’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’šπ’†π’”. 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’‡π’π’π’˜π’†π’“ 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’†π’—π’†π’“π’šπ’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅. π’„π’π’–π’π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’˜π’  π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ  π’‰π’†π’‚𝒓𝒕𝒔 π’šπ’π’– π’‡π’Šπ’π’ π’Žπ’† π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’π’π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’†π’—π’†π’“π’šπ’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 .   .   .   .   . Song 02. ° πͺ𐑂 ♡ πͺ𐑂 β‚’ πͺ𐑂 ♡ πͺ𐑂 ° π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’Šπ’‡π’–π’ 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐' π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† ・。゚π–₯Έ──-ˋˏ✎ ˎˊ-──π–₯Έ 。゚・ ❥៚𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐