being Childish

I like being childish. Childish is fun, not necessarily simple, but fun. It is fun to wake up every day, put on the hard, upright shell of an adult. It is fun to pretend to take all the responsibilities that come with that shell. It is fun to look at others in the eye with… Continue reading being Childish

Disturbed: The chaos in Paintings

They make us feel in a way, Godlike, I think. It is a creation of our own mind, the creation we control, the creation that would cease to exist if so did we…

Kolkata: The Selfish City

Kolkata is very selfish. She takes away a lot from you, more than it ever gives back. Every tiny secret you have, she knows, every bit of love you felt, every little heartbreak and the apparent closures, she knows about every single lie. You are the one who tells her everything. She just makes sure… Continue reading Kolkata: The Selfish City

Words

“Words” – a much hard earned achievement of mankind, an achievement still not fully achieved. Words are mesmerizing things. They can make you smile, make you cry, make you proud or be ashamed for a long time. Sometimes thousands of them can’t express a single stupid idea, a single feeling and somehow sometimes its absence… Continue reading Words

Happiness and Poetry

Oh, how poetry ceases to be found when happiness is. The comfort, the exhilaration, the joy, all of it overshadows and suppresses all the aesthetics, all the intellect trying to pen down a poem. The feel is there, that sweet scent in the air present, but how do one find words for a perfect fit.… Continue reading Happiness and Poetry