Ink is spilled on a paper
As paint is spilled on a canvas
Waves intertwine and views collaborate
So conjuring they become and create landscapes elaborate
Bibliophiles and admirers of art alike
After exposed to a mind’s brimming get high
Irony stands in the way of colour
As white is used as a base to depict valour
As anxiety falls in place
The result feels like infinite space

Curiosity provokes the being within
To look around, gaze and in Elysium we slip in
Dilemma becomes a constant niche
As ideas come and go, they may enhance or blemish
We quietly phase out or glide in or around
But our silence may create a louder sound
We may give you grey paths or shining Suns or a beautiful moon.
Because our hand itself is our harpoon
For men may come and men may go
But a brain child lives forever
As worlds are created and destroyed
As dreams are predicted and the unknown visualised,
Originality is immortalised
As anxiety falls into place
We create our very own infinite space.

-Ananya

#wordsareimmortal

Sound and calm she sleeps at night
Finally rests after the long fight
No obligations kept
Tears many wept
The silence, the stillness impresses her
Peace she can incur
The shrieking voice inside her calms
No more clenched fists, just open palms
Sound and calm she sleeps at night
Finally leaving the strength and might
The battle scars are still clear
The pain left along with fear
The wounds are fresh,
Of ignorance,solitude and stress
The smile seems real today
No matter what people say
Sound and calm she sleeps at night
Feeling shiny like the light
Her wishes and dreams are coming back
Dodging oblivion’s attack
A spark rushes through her in a flash
In the ocean of life, colours finally splash
Optimistic now again she is
This is what she missed.
Sound and calm she sleeps at night
Leaving behind the awful fight
All obstacles she can face
She can win any race
The spirit is what kept her alive
She is giving off enormous vibes

Sound and calm she sleeps at night
Flying high, with graceful flight.
-Ananya

She woke up at 5:15. Sunshine embraced her. She clasped her head with her hands, out of irritation of relief? Nobody knew. She then spent the day fooling around. Making goofy faces, making people laugh, passing out witty comments. Being the normal incredible girl that she was.

By evening as per her daily schedule she went for a stroll in the nearby park which had the graveyard. Stopped in front of a familiar gravestone reminiscing what had once been. As the sky changed colours and lightning struck, reality dawned upon her. She rushed back to her abode. Night approached yet again, and she was pulled into oblivion, reluctantly.

-Excerpts from dawn after dusk.

They say that time changes people. It doesn’t. It’s changes priorities, the people you want to stay with. It’s pretty easy to survive this though. Spare the ignominy of being nothing to anyone. Be everything to yourself. Everyone may have a person they would prefer over you sometime, stay selfish during those times. Not materialistic selfish but spiritually selfish. Because you know who has got your back? The person reading this right now. Be your own strength. Be the support you want. Be a hero. Be confident and never will there be a scratch on your soul.