Who am I?

Who am I?

Do people I hurt and mistakes I make
Those unfortunate situations I was, and had put people in.. defines me?..

Or it is the everyday breeze of something that makes time freeze.. I feel comfort and lost in my own deeds.. keep working on whatever I am working.. also called “passion” by my fellow beings
So does this passion defines me?

It it is something else, little personalised in sense.. what I show to the world who I am.. the little acts of kindness, being a little selfless.. staying in relationship with humanity or insanity?
Is that what defines me?

Or it’s the wilderness of being different and crazy?

Or the ability to look at the world differently?

Or my everyday repeated daily routines
At night miscellaneous and mega tasks all checked

Is there something else still left to guess?

I don’t know what defines me.. but I do know that I will live true, stay me.. until I go..

You Think

You think you are up in this game

Running after all money and fame

But there’s gonna be a sudden aflame

To put your luxuries to shame

A sudden aflame’s gonna take up your name

Into the ashes, dust in pane

Another day, you see sun rays

Lightening some other’s tower ablaze woah!


You think everyone’s gonna blow

Just cause you got a talent higher? no

This hard work’s gonna take up all your flow

Your diminished era, behold!

Until then I work harder, pacing above

Bracing all your shots in a flow

Unless it’s time for the final show

Consistent grind beats the talent alone you see!


It’s all inside me

Speaking up the voice of lion beneath

What they all say you won’t agree

That consistency is the power, it is the key

Struggle and sweat is what we breathe

It’s prolly something that you won’t believe

Get up, give your talent some grease

Or it won’t take a moment to give you displease aye!


We fix to our grind

Fix to our time and fix to our rhyme

We form a play in secret mime

With force and focus specially designed

Over this we just don’t do it for dime

We do this so we sleep satisfied

To truly live before we die

And until end I’ll stay in this disguise

***

Uncalled expected war

Remnants of writing

This is another piece of remnant about expected hardships that come in your life much more earlier than thought. Happy reading!

“.. With steady imaginary hands horizontally placed on your forehead you try to look into the future ahead, regarding all the factors which affect your life. You figure out that there are lot of hardships in your way. So you pace up and start right next day to prepare for the upcoming wars, so that you face in feisty way & won’t turn into dismay when the hardship starts. But the time starts playing games, you are lost in preparing and it creates new lanes for this war to emerge.. towards you.. and charge upon until you are submerged. The war was expected as a little late but it came early with the fate. Life always teaches to keep ‘learning doors’ ajar, whenever you face an uncalled expected war..” 

 

When darkness falls

Remnants of writing..

This is my first post in ‘Remnants’ category. I’d like to drop all imaginary and pieces of writings here which do not fall in any category. They may be descriptive, some aesthetic or just thoughts..evolved to words..hope y’all like it. Enjoy reading 🙂


“.. ‘below’ and ‘above’ both were submerged in complete darkness. In ‘below’ you could find many things but recognise nothing, just trees.. covered with soft white light.. which came from a height, being a part of ‘above’. Shiny white dots forming unusual patterns were scattered all over ‘above’, trying their best to remove the pall of darkness, along with a glowing satellite, disbanding their light to both parts with regards. They were victorious to lighten the ‘above’, but what about ‘below’? Perplexed answers stay confined.. in the mind.. of a sweet child..”

Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!

You think you ain’t good enough to do the best

You compare yourself by the skills of the rest

You always test yourself without progress

Staying obsessed, building messed stress


They treat imperfections as an offence

But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?

It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation

To become best of all, not a better version


This is where comparison takes a wrong turn

When did with others, it leads you on wrong run

You can behold it as a big loaded gun

That’d defeat your own self, not the world


Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature

We all are same but different with features

Like the animals, plants and other creatures

Every single being has it’s own treasures


You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill

Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth

Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit

If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?


Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence

Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense

I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend

Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined


Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself

So that your old version will have great stories to tell

Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world

Real is never perfect and perfect is never real

***

Remind me to Forget

This is a small poesy about being detached from everything and making peace with self.. enjoy reading!

Remind me to forget

All the sorrow, pain and grief

That the world gave me

To nourish my disbelief


Every word they spoke out

Every bullet they shot out

To kill my confidence and dreams

To give scars difficult to heal


Every time they pointed me out

Making my mind go blackout

I wish to forget everything

And wreath my life with love strings


They say, “It’s okay to not be okay”

And I smile remembering ‘what they say’

It gives me little power to gain

And spread love expecting nothing


I am a little one, came to this world

To spread the message of accepting the herd

I wish to forget to make peace with self

So that I forgive thee, and also myself


To people whom I gave hatred

I apologise, in my heart you are respected

And to people who gave me the same

You are forgiven, please help me to spread love again


We are given one life to live

We come and go without anything

All my sorrow, grief and pain

Remind me to forget it, again and again

***

Elet

A short story of a mysterious creature from ‘Peace’ planet..

Welcome back readers, it’s been months posting something. Here’s a very short story I wrote a while back in school. Happy reading 🙂

Call her Elet, an extremely unique creature. Elet belongs to a Peace planet. While working on her spacecraft, she accidentally left her hand in zero gravity and came to atmosphere of earth to which she was quite close.

Elet and creatures of peace planet had a slender blue body with an oval face. Big large eyes and small lip-less mouth formed features of their faces. They all were small in height around 4 ft tall. They did not die due to aging or health diseases. Whenever someone praised them, (they helped others) their skin renewed. And when someone criticised them a scale of their skin shed off.  So in this peace planet only kind and helpful ones lived and all of them had a grateful feeling towards each other.

When Elet came to earth the planet felt somewhat like the peace planet itself. It was beautiful, but a lil less beautiful. She saw new things. Most astonishing was long structures in which unknown creatures lived, which today we call buildings.

Elet went further and saw a small puppy. It was reaching for some leftover food near dustbin. Elet picked up the food and pat the little puppy and fed it. The very moment one scale of her skin glowed blue and renewed. Elet smiled..

A newspaper boy threw newspaper on the doorstep of nearby house. Elet was surprised to see something like that. She ran and picked it up. Suddenly the door opened and one creature, looking at Elet, began to scream at her. She just kept staring at the human figure which spoke, ” Ey! Who are you!? What kind of attire have you wore! Don’t steal my newspaper you thief!” And then Elet saw a small scale of her skin shed off

Elet tried to speak to one of them. She first approached an old man who, at first sight, got frightened seeing her face and spoke something abusing. Elet wasn’t able to understand what he said but one more scale of her skin shed off

Elet came to a small garden. This was because this hardly ever happened with her on peace planet. Two scales shed off in one day was a very tragic thing for her.

She unknowingly came to the garden of a grumpy rich man who allowed no one in his beautiful garden. It was evening time and Elet was sitting on the bench. The grumpy rich owner came for a round in his garden. Seeing an intruder he became very angry. He picked up a stick and started shouting on her. She was already sad and now she became very frightened. She ran away as one more scale shed off her skin.

Elet didn’t knew if she was able to live long in such a planet. And as her expectation, in few days she could see her skin getting dark and rusty from royal blue colour.  She cried under the tree sitting around the small bushes.

Few days later news flashed “ Blue alien structure found dead under a tree”…

*****

‘…The world has lost its ability to appreciate things, ability to see beauty around, to be empathetic. This won’t happen if people did not speak before acknowledging things, only if they did not accepted hatred more than love and betrayal more than friendship.. ‘

Paralysed

A very small 16 line poesy, realisation that each one of us live with different perceptions.. it’s different for everyone.

I got the idea of the verse from a song by artist ‘NF’. Happy reading!

I heard you told your friends that I am just not your type

I always wondered what you expected that night

All you ever did is just controlled my life

Now I don’t sense my life, I am just paralysed


The next moment I walked out it felt too bad

But I was glad, no one really knew what I had

In fact, I’ve been investing on myself just like that

Without knowing my value, I just realised that night


So listen, if you want to show i am wrong

And criticise saying, with you I was never along

This is the reason for what I wrote up this song

To tell you there’s never a right or wrong..


It’s all about perceptions .. you see.. I’ve got my own

I feel strengthened when I think all this alone

Cause what doesn’t kills you makes you strong after all

Now I know who I am, not paralysed anymore..

*****

Happy Anniversary!

Thankful pot overflowing!!

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Happy birthday Inspire Art! 🎉🎁

It was 14 June 2017. I had wrote my first ever ballad of my life. It was an inspirational ballad. A long poesy.. I wanted to inspire the world.

My brother told me about blogging. I didn’t even knew what blogging is. He told me it’s like writing our own stories. He didn’t even tell me clearly. I was mad lol. So I searched on internet and got this place WordPress. So got in!

Initially the name of website was Get Inspired, which later changed to Inspire Art as my own personal plan which displays all my works: writing, music, art and photography.

I never imagined so many people would like my blog/website. It feels like a dream. My grateful pot is overflowing.. it’s like an epiphany. Not just because of this anniversary.. but one more thing.. earning 365 followers in 365 days! This is truly a unique thing! I am just so very happy! 😀

Thank you for the love, kindness and support. These miracle 365-365 is great. This is miracle! I don’t know if ever happened with anyone! I am lucky!

My hearty gratitude to every reader of my posts. All my WordPress as well as email followers. I’ve got my best music ever created and an inspirational poesy for ya guys. Just in the name of goodness, love, kindness, humanity and peace.

Thank You!!! ❤😀

Musical notes!

Music album review..

A review of an EP album “Reliving” by Rick van Meijel

Music has great power to change our moods. What we think, how we feel, just changes in moments. Our brain instantly becomes stress-free and we are detached from the world for a while..

The guitars, the drums and piano keys.. all perfectly synchronised to create a sound too perfect to ears, the sound too kind to our hearts to give a smile. My mind has happy dancy waves As I listen to an EP album “Reliving” by my friend Rick van Meijel 😀 It is so joyful playlist of five melodies namely – ‘The Spark‘ , ‘Fighting the Storms‘ , ‘Abandoned Roots‘ , ‘Milky Way‘ and ‘Anything‘.

The album releases on 8th June! So excited and eager to give a try to all sounds! Till now ‘The spark’ and ‘Fighting the storms’ are out!

Give it a try 😉 I am sure y’all would like it!

The Spark

Fighting the Storms