bEauty exist not in sameness but differences

Who would imagine a giraffe without a long neck or a cactus without its picky beauty? The irregularities of the mountain peaks is what makes it so imposing. If we try  to make them all the same they would no longer command our respect.

Its imperfection in every form that astonishes or attracts us.

The sunset set looks more magnanimous when surrounded by different clouds and when light from them reflect the diverse colors and dreams of every individual, it then that we  feel the silent pure rush .

Music subsides and emerges with different chords, irregularity in notes weave the symphony. The music which caresses your heart, Allow me to make you believe that these sweet symphonies of its melody also  evolve  from different elements , not a note similar.

The roaring ocean, its expanses, a panorama of infinite beauty is indeed compelling. The waves gallop like free horses in meadows, to form the ripples of joy and an orchestra of euphoria, the difference in its surface is what makes it demand the appraisal.

Think about every small object your surrounded with, they are forms of different creations, different people with different constructive ways of putting forth their ideas.

What makes you appreciate them, the vastness of its diversity or the constrain of its use . We all know the former is what we crave for, we appreciate the differences.

 Sometimes we to try and scale down the individuality in us because we feel we do not conform to the idea of being normal to someone else.  Its complete injustice that we  do to our self in away .

Just the way life has many corners of surprises, they wait to be cast off one day .The wait will never be too long , so do not fall with a broken hope because each day comes to us with a different story to reveal, don’t hold back with the fear of being revealed to something new , remember all of us unconsciously crave for that imperfect soul , because deep within we all are imperfectly perfect .

 

 

the feeling :)

I Feel deeply motivated to write about this after reading Ben Okris”s article, a writer and yet unknown to many but his one article that made me wonder about how I actually feel about the whole idea of writing and this blog goes to my perspective as I elucidate the whole sanctified feeling of writing and the power of words that is able to create a world with in you.

We are all individuals, the word itself explains why we are different and how we display to the world the whole plethora of different souls and different motives of each. Art is one form of channelizing this individual energy adhered in each one of us . Some choose the form of painting, sketching, calligraphy, singing or even sand art and what I choose is writing. To me writing is my simple form of propagating my message, it’s merely a way in which I feel I can justify my existence in the word .to write and leave it for them to interpret is the main idea look for in it. I don’t always care too see if I am being rational in my writing but what I am intently directed to  see is that while I write I must attain the bliss of the experience . Its very personal for me because when we are putting down words in clusters, for them to picture my thoughts in a white sheet may not always be impeccable but to write and convey my perspective of reality is why I attempt to write.

Reality as it may be is a matter of a special kind. We all have our own views of reality. we individually select , alter , exaggerate and glorify the events that only conforms to us . We may try and come out it but in real we are surrounded by our own idea of reality and when we write we offer a peek to others of our own picture of the world that we see. 

To be able to create an intense world in your words where the readers might actually feel themselves painted in your fabric is what a writer yields to . Having an opinion of the world and putting it forth for them in the simplest form you can is what makes a person WRITE .TO think about the complexities of life and combining the simple elements of existence to make it as short as possible and yet as deep as  it could get .  Well if I could attain that, It is then that i shall feel the true joy of being called  an artist .