The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts. All you need is love, or is it? 17 August, 2015. Grateful for my first world problems. I have lot to be thankful for.

Ramblings by someone who is made of perfections and imperfections, dreams and excuses, and smiles and scars. I could see in the depth of your eyes. Shades of all the cities. I ever dreamt of traveling to. But little did i know of. The lust that lurked beneath all the hues. Not just the lust to make love with my body. But also the one to make love. With all the pain that would wreathe me. When you would drift away from me. Alone, without your arms.

A fluid state of being with a memorable trail, through a river full of thoughts I sail. I look into the mirror. The irony of it consumes me. And yet, all I see is me. I ruffle my hair to see a change. Finally a reflection of my emotion. My eyebrow quivers, my eyes a silver molten.

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.

Most Runic texts are found on hard surfaces such as rock, wood, and metal, and this might explain its angular shape. Because of the resemblance to Mediterranean scripts, it is very likely that Futhark was adapted from either the Greek or Etruscan alphabet. Even though the earliest Runic inscriptions are from the 3rd century CE, its origin may lie much deeper in the pre-history of Northern Europe.

This is one of my favorite paintings, not because of its visual appearance but because of the joyful process of creating it. Having what I considered to be a lot of stress in my life at the time, I wanted to represent something that would exemplify how I felt. And, of course, the process did help to alleviate most of the stress altogether! Coming Undone, Displayed. Coming Undone, Closeup 1. Coming Undone, Closeup 2.

You thought you saw me all. But there are shadows still in the dark. Tracing back to a void. But still a part of me. That is hard to reveal,. And so we land up. We are stories we live. But also those that were never. In eyes that saw dreams.

Voice of a thoughtful mind. Its all about being simple.