unhappy artists.

to be an artist is to be unhappy. a popular formula that runs in letter and paint, dripping in intervals like tear and rain. a little boy once asked me, “what does it take to make something lasting”, and i told him, “broken emotions.” it’s all heart and art, until someone stops feeling. we are […]

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RIP Amma.

To the lady who changed the face of Tamil Nadu.

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…and I went about with l i f e.

…and I went about with life. slept a little longer than usual, hoped a little more than usual, loved a little less than usual, and I went about with life… Take care From the not so-  

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I’ll be here

once your suitcase is too small, too small to carry your tears. once the last petal falls, falls from your ego. once the cigar burns out, leaving you with ashes and scars. once indecision stabs, longing for bandages of the past. . I’ll be here. . quenching on your tears, feasting on your ego, inhaling your […]

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draft. delete. repeat.

i’ve lost my eloquence. my words come off s..  ha… t…. ter..red… empty thoughts scar my ego. crisp papers and strong coffees, defeated thoughts, won by frustration. scribbles and scrawls, better than my mumbles. draft. delete. repeat.     Take care From the not so-  /ipurrfectgirl

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