Get a life, whispered the blue bird,
into the dew wet ears of the corpse,
it had been there living what was left of his existence,
chewing on the grass with its eyes closed,
the preposterous greenery,
was not the sight the corpse needed to see,
it thrived for edibles in the new world it had been marooned on.
And that my friend, was the last song the blue creature ever rendered.
Alas! it too had been marooned here.
Now that’s something, have been an admirer of his “art” since the day i got initiated with it, welcome to the biosphere! Here’s a re-blog, that’s like the least I can do.
Way to Go Brother.
the land of chaos
When I started sketching this one, my 12 year old brother asks me, “what are you gonna sketch?” , and I was like “how do I know? Maybe I’ll figure it out in some time”. With an utterly confused look, he somehow managed to stop his next flow of questions that was already lingering in his mind by now. He watches me patiently while I keep on doodling and scribbling something that had made no sense yet.
“Have you figured it out yet ?”, his next question bursts out.
“No” came blatantly. I knew he was never going to stop as I was never going to ‘figure it out’, and he had the least idea of what I was doing..
Now, why am I wasting my time as well as anyone’s who could bother to read this. Well because mostly when people look at my sketches or…
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” Sadness, you have your own pleasures,
Serene at times, agonising yet.”
Yes I am sad right now,
attributing a reason isn’t something,
I plan to do or publicise,
And a cryptic free verse crap won’t just
be enough for me now.
Hence this, and all that is or has been in
between the promises made and pride acquired,
or inspirations influenced by.
the empirical state of melancholy
has been my repose for quite a while,
ecstasy seems to be superficial and
transient,
Darkness and lifelessness forever and after.
Idiosyncratic Innuendos 
