The beauty that I find in the chaos, destruction and serenity, that is life;
The joy that I find in people, places and poetry.
Nostalgic, each time I pass the lanes, the roads, the cities that we’ve been to together.
My work and my art are melancholy. I crave the youth of the moment and I compel you to do the same. The past cannot be changed and neither would I want to.
For my past, defines me, so does my future and my present.
Let love flow through your veins, as you think about moments, let love teach you to embrace every moment and when you think about them, let each moment bring you immense joy and happiness, no angst, just pure happiness and nostalgia.
The beauty of true love: the love that one has for oneself shall always be superior to any other element of life. it is not a phase and it does not come in waves. one might not feel it, but the love one has is strong, always shall be.
The beauty of us: two hearts, two souls intertwined together, is a gift, a perishable gift. cherished when possessed, the love shall always be in our memories, if not in our hearts, and that is the true beauty of love.
Bloodshed: the wrath, the fear and the rage of the unknown is what drives us to be what we are today. there is anguish, pain, sadness and sorrow in our lives. hurt is the sixth element of life. and it needs to be penned down. every syllable needs to bleed blue ink to justify the anguish that one feels.
Kahaaniya: Kuch baatei bhaasha nahi dekhti aur mariyada seema nahi dekhti kabhi dil se likhei alfaz rekhta mei bol jaate hai mann ki baat, aur yahi panno mei bas jaaye yahi ek chotta sa khwaab.
Sushmita Nair
