I have come across death, in dreams of suffocation and threat, when I lose respect in someone's head, sitting alone wondering 'what next?',spiralling in endless series of regrets,leaving myself behind for others, to impress,in unusual fear and cold sweat,Oh,I still have a long way ahead...© Swati C.Photo by Hoach Le Dinh on Unsplash
I don't know if I really know so much so of what I know and what I know is it for sure or all of this is a dance on my floor? © Swati C. Photo by Adrian Swancar on Unsplash
Do you feel hurt, then, why don't you blurt, Walking with those eyes down, every day, round and round, Why put up a face, to show you are fancy and brave, Things are not bright, I know it, I am right, Talk to me, without any fright, maybe, you will feel a bit light, Please … Continue reading Are you Alright?
For the love of languages... Spill a word ! Origin: Spanish A heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity. It comes from inside as a physical/emotional response to art. It is what gives you chills, makes you smile or cry as a bodily reaction to an artistic performance that is particularly expressive. Federico García Lorca first … Continue reading Spill a Word: Duende (art)
It was moonrise, I sat by my bedside, The muse invites, to show me its side, Well! I briefly sigh, mumbling to decide, This! should I write, or, shouldn't I write, The mind scares, but how will it look like, A judgment arise, to the inspiration that arrives, The heart opens, ..., be gentle and … Continue reading Love Thy Muse!