Fulfilment

Struggle, and not fulfillment, 

makes the journey of life complete

which induces the flow of vehement

emotions throughout my body. 

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Catharsis

One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me. 

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Artist

Being an artist is a tough job but not so tough as to make the artist stop living and loving himself or herself. It is freedom as long as it’s production manages to remain unbound by the limited and repititive circle of time. The worldly constraints make it difficult to practice.

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Family

Yet again, I woke up to the repititive, terrible dream of my family dieing and me witnessing their death helplessly. Though, psychologically, it represents not the actual death but our perspective or emotions towards us and is a part of our subconscious mind, yet it shakes my conscious mind terribly.

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