Canary

Artwork by
Rishav Singha/Facebook
Painstrokes/ Instagram

Eh,
breathing,
Yet clenched to the rein,
Roots clasping
To shiver the aroma,
of my dismay.
Forever shackled by the dark
blackbird growling beyond words

Prolonged feud over
Anarchy.
Trailed down
by the lustful
thorns of time.

Suspecting my dilemmas of sensations,
thrown away into a quandary.
Accompanied by the
cry's of  canary;
Trailing near the edge of light
Hoping to watch the canary cry
Without the blindfold.








  

Day 79

Who am I?

To myself and my soul

A mere slip in identity

To hide and seek

One comes and plays the 

other 

Bending Space for Fantasy

Intro:  A visit to the mind of an individual waking up to the disillusionment of the reality after a night of opioids.
In his confusion between death and trip, the resolution seemed to be the girl he loved.


   Woke up today

Maybe to curse again^
Had shots last supper
Didn't go lucidly through
Couldn't feel my toes
Feet gasping to feel
Fingers ached to scribble
Hoping for amnesia
Lips quivering
Stopped by
To savor the fancy tears
Stopped by
To discern between
Fear or Gratification
Slowly drugged into catharsis
Soul finally espied him from the
Neck of the woods
A transcendence being
Drifting in nirvana
Like a vagrant gypsy
Dead to the world

Artwork: Indrashis Mukherjee
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Bending space for fantasy
Sipping melody into mankind
Talking to my
Insignificant reality
Hugged myself, couldn't feel any
Leaping through reminiscence
Talking to my empathy
The darkness paled
One last time maybe
I asked
Let me smell my rose
Oh, my heart

You were enchantingly,
Beautiful  !!

Temptations of Exhilaration

Do you wish to waft in despair ? 

Do you wish for someone to abduct your agony ?

To maybe withdraw

or to ease your melancholy

from the temptations of exhilaration. 

Can the idea of ecstasy be so ambiguous,

 Artwork: Suchana Das
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Instagram/chaotic.coffee
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that we loose touch, 

to the very end of the bed. 

Lying next to who we used to be;

Desperate 

Worn out 

Driven apart 

What do you wish?

For someone or something ?

Where are we right now ?

Where are we right now ?
Can we pretend this time time will surmount for a preferable simulation, driving mankind to the very root of their existence. To build than to fabricate emotions, to preach the essence of yearning than to calling chaos upon the very reason of existence. We must acknowledge that the pandemic will soon pass

away but the impression it would leave behind wont.

Are we waiting for the eleventh-hour?

look around soon man kind shall bring back hope.

Cease to hope ?

Artwork: Alekho Dey 

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Welcome to my world.

Going to showcase different forms of artwork from different people across my known sphere.