I was 16 years old when I got my first piercing. I’ve been abhorring needles throughout my life, ‘till a certain point of time’. I remember how vehemently my arm rose and hit the woman hard right across her face when she pricked the first needle into my ear. Although
Creep into my veins, lurk through the alleys of my heart- reach behind my eyes and become that throbbing lump in my throat- that ecstatic lump which keeps one awake with erratic feelings of pain and pleasure; which keeps one awake bewildered and in a maze of permanent ecstasy, from
“FIRE”, 2008, Kika Selezneff Aleman One thing I’ve learned.. There’s no such thing called a right time or a right reason. There’s only a right person, That lifts up your heart and smothers you with kisses and stars. May you find the one, trespassing all fences that had once bruised
(The Persistence of Memory, Painting by Dali, 1931) Time, is just a concept I say! One can spend million minutes, many months, many more years approaching a vision of togetherness, only to stumble upon the luring mirage! Yet, the clocks keeps ticking- monotonous, time never stops. Listen closely to the
(Flickr, Stencilab) Running in a maze. A farce, a repression. Stifling beneath the thud of boots, Sniffing cocaine for food, Whining in anticipation, For an endless chase. How weary is your heart? Unleash yourself and quietly depart. Paint your dreamscape under the moonlit sky, Oh, David! Maybe it’s
(Family I, oil on canvas (2010), Milan Hrnjazovic) Love told me to arrive at its threshold, with a ‘lifetime’ in hand, for Love had million unspoken mumbles and inarticulate desires to articulate… I meandered into Love’s hearth and shut the cosmos’ door behind, Oh boy, did I see Love?!