Beauty #1

Beauty lies in little things. . .

Even the flower fallen in a pile of moss is beautiful. 

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WHY THINK CONVENTIONAL

 

One paragraph that resonated with me more strongly than the others in the book ‘THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI’ was the one in where the author Robin Sharma explains the thought process of a human being. 

Julian added: ” The sages taught me that on an average day the average person runs about sixty thousand thoughts through his mind. What really amazed me, though, was that ninety- five percent of those thoughts were the ones you thought the day before!”

-THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI

This inspired me to make an art project to pen down the words, colors, patterns and the shapes that fanatically twirl in my mind.

 

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Our thoughts are sometimes like a thread, fibers woven together; resembling a single idea running amidst the noise and the clatter. And sometimes they resemble the branches of the trees, haphazardous but always leaning towards the light.

Our minds are never blank, there are those voices, our voices, the patterns to follow and the colors to mix.

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When Death Arrives

Offshore, at sea;

it scans rapidly,

the prey that

is naive.

So naive!

Thinking years ahead,

So unaware,

that death,

stands at the oche.

 

It swims to

the shore,

Stalking,

crawling;

A shark circling

it’s bait;

Malevolent,

manic greed,

enjoying the wait.

 

Finally,

eye to eye,

The hour to say

goodbye,

How shall he do it?

How shall he kill?

The ultimate kill!

Kill?

Or let him live?

 

So lazy,

is death;

Even to decide

the prey’s fate!

“Let’s have fun”

it says.

Frisks the prey,

like a kitten.

Drinks aperitif with it

like a Samaritan!

 

Death arrives in forms,

So many;

Subtle, dramatic;

always uncanny

The very essence

of death,

Bored- so easily.

Stopping a heartbeat,

merely a formality.