After all
At the end of the day
We have to return back
To our own home

In your name

There is such a beautiful description of soul
Touching all the chords of the heart
And the mind

Thanks for the introduction

When the soul of an artist
Rips apart
Never will they embrace insanity

Simply
They extend the wound
To the depth
Scratch it daily to make it raw
Poke it often to keep it fresh
Let it bleed
And feel the pain
They repeat the cycle
And get addicted to it

And at the right time
They blend it vividly
Nurturing it with memory
Crafting with precision
To the abstract, from the scrap
Giving life to it
As a reminder
Still
Sincerely admire from afar
And reflect
A light of their own

And so much more....

You promised me
The Stars and the Moon
She reminded

Yes I did
I promised you the Stars
And the Moon
A pure darkness
That kind, you get in your sleep
That's the baseline
To witness the Stars
And the Moon
To see the light
To see me
And to see us

Thank you
Yes, I did

When he wished to be
Back to time

I imagine him as
A struggling *****
In his father's *******

Simply like that

Writing for me isn't easy
Unwriting, much harder
So I do
Until I get enough

With all blissful vibes
Symphony of grace
Overwhelm spirit
Grounding reality
And a magic of its own

Out of sight
Let me take you on a journey
Reconnecting all the senses
Returning back to sanity
Curiosity
Wonder
Imagination
And spontaneity
Apprehending the whole
And meet you in the another realm

As they say

Addressing a light
With the soul
Painting
Singing
Writing
And
Whatever aspect of art
Is to be free

Authentic