To love without condition, to talk without intention, to give without reason, to care without expectation; That's the spirit of true love.
Aarti Harish
Welcome to my world....see the beauty...as I see it...!!
Friday, March 5, 2021
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Grandmother...
A chalk pastel sketch of my husband's maternal grandmother,Ramanibai, at the age of 15. This picture was clicked around 1940.
"Grandmothers and roses are much the same. Each is a God's masterpiece with different names."
- Unknown
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
She looked like art...
She never looked nice.
She looked like art and art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.
@thinkingminds
Friday, February 26, 2021
The Horse...
“The horse. Here is nobility without conceit, friendship without envy, beauty without vanity. A willing servant, yet never a slave.”
Thursday, February 25, 2021
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Vicious circle...
Another source of fallacy is the vicious circle of illusions which consists on the one hand of believing what we see, and on the other in seeing what we believe.
— Thomas Clifford Allbutt
Broken inside, Gucci outside...
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah...
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Nobody like you...
“Personality is every individual’s signature trait. There will never be anyone like you, therefore hold on to what makes you so special as a person, a character, and a human being.”
Anonymous
Friday, February 19, 2021
Pulled by steady tides...
Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
I'd choose you...
“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
– Kiersten White
You're my home...
Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.
Ranata Suzuki
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Heaven...
“A little flower that blooms in May
A lovely sunset at the end of a day
Someone helping a stranger along the way
That's heaven to me”.
-Sam Cooke
'til death, we do art...
Art is not always meant to be decorative or soothing, in fact, it can create uncomfortable conversations and stimulate uncomfortable emotions.
Shepard Fairey
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
Memory and fantasy...
For what, after all, is the difference between a memory and a fantasy? Are not both a succession of imprecisely rendered images further obscured by imprecisely chosen words and animated only by the wistful effort of one's imagination? And who is to say that a vividly imagined moment of happiness is not, in the end, more enriching to the spirit than a hazy semi-recollection of some pallid pastime?
Olga Grushin, Forty Rooms
Don't read my mind...
Friday, February 12, 2021
Moledro...
moledro
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Friday, January 22, 2021
Art takes birth...
My art takes birth when my loneliness becomes my companion... when I take lives and deaths much personally and work when others play. When I meet myself and find that the truth of life is not the dream of tender age ... but the fire within me that creates the work of art.
Jeet Aulakh
Inseparable...
“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.”
Rumi
Don't belong anywhere...
Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere? If I wanted to run away then why come to the city? Because this is the place to hide. This is the place to be invisible. Anyone can be no one here, and I am someone that wants to be no one.
Steven Wilson
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Lonely...
You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people.
Olivia Laing
Friday, January 15, 2021
Your eyes...
Your eyes are like windows to your soul. They shine and bedazzle as the stars do in the sky! They are like diamonds that mesmerize the person looking at them. When I look into your eyes, I keep on looking at them. I can't ever stop looking at them. Your eyes speak volumes to me in unsaid word...
Avijeet Das
Thursday, January 14, 2021
I'll meet you there...
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Rumi
Hope...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Sunday, January 10, 2021
Hardest part...
– We Dream of Travel
Saturday, January 9, 2021
Giving...
“Encouragement to others is something everyone can give. Somebody needs what you have to give. It may not be your money; it may be your time. It may be your listening ear. It may be your arms to encourage. It may be your smile to uplift. Who knows?”
– Joel Osteen
Together...
None of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful."
– Mother Teresa
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Not an angel...
"I am not an angel,’ I asserted; ‘and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself."
—Charlotte Brontë
Pain...
Pain is a relatively objective, physical phenomenon; suffering is our psychological resistance to what happens. Events may create physical pain, but they do not in themselves create suffering. Resistance creates suffering. Stress happens when your mind resists what is... The only problem in your life is your mind's resistance to life as it unfolds.
Dan Millman
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
Drown in the depths...
The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire.
Jean Lorrain
Monday, January 4, 2021
Fire...
Do not feel lonely,
the entire universe is inside you.
Stop acting so small.
You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.
Rumi
Saturday, January 2, 2021
Fear of the dark....
I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
Tribute...
The proper drinking of Scotch whisky is more than indulgence: it is a toast to civilization, a tribute to the continuity of culture, a manifesto of man's determination to use the resources of nature to refresh mind and body and enjoy to the full the senses with which he has been endowed.
David Daiches
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Smiling...
“Smiling is the best way to face every problem, to crush every fear and to hide every pain.”
– Unknown
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Present...
Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary.
Catherine Lowel
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Monday, December 21, 2020
Sky...
"The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the color that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.
-Ram Charan
Gulabi...
Sham gulabi, sehar gulabi
Pehar gulabi ya gulabi ye shehar
Main bhi gulabi, tu hai gulabi
Din bhi gulabi hai, gulabi yeh kehar..
Wisteria...
There is much to be said for cherry blossoms, but they seem so flighty. They are so quick to run off and leave you. And then just when your regrets are the strongest the wisteria comes into bloom, and it blooms on into the summer. There is nothing quite like it. Even the color is somehow companionable and inviting.
— Murasaki Shikibu
Conjunction...
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Andrew Marvell
Silk...
Iron sharpens iron," I quoted the old proverb. "If she is made of fine silk and you of iron, she will smother you. Or perhaps you will shred her.
Jody Hedlund
Friday, December 18, 2020
Lover inside us!
I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us.
Marianne Williamson
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Connections...
“When connections are real, they simply never die. They can be buried or ignored or walked away from, but never broken. If you’ve deeply resonated with another person or place, the connection remains despite any distance, time, situation, lack of presence, or circumstance. If you’re doubtful then just try it — go and revisit a person or place and see if there’s any sense at all of the space between now and then. If it was truly real, you’ll be instantly swept back into the moment it was before it left — during the same year and place with the same wonder and hope, comfort and heartbeat. Real connections live on forever.”
— Victoria Erickson