THE ART OF ART
1 min read I don’t Have hands,
But I want to touch you, hold you,
Feel your every line, your curves and your edges.
I want to hug you, connect the soul from my woody brown with that of your serene white body.
All day, all night.
I know I’m tough, I know you’re brittle
I know we’re inanimate,
But if we make it, our love will be immortal.
17 min read Her slender body moved with the rhythm. Her hair was long till her waist, a black veil that one could see at the exaggerated shampoo ads. Her black jeans further diminished her limbs to a woody menagerie. Her waist had suffered a massive change, anyone could have easily mistaken her for a woman.
2 min read Ignorance is Great. It brings the ignorant so close to the great. Yet the ignorant know not the divine plot that the universe conspires to help it uplift from its ignorance. This Great ignorance is blinding. What is it that you hurry for? For what haste do you spit on your brother? What veil is it that blinds the eye? Blame not the veil because it is your own will to ignore and your own resistance to act. While you consider the crowd to be in the right direction. You seek not your own answers.