The artists’ defence

Diaries & blank pages, get me all excited!!

I love stashing notepads like a kid would, candies..

Somehow I can’t remember where I put my collection of fine tips (pens)..

That’s another thing I love to stash

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The waves get me all excited

And the sand & the shore..

The sand toys would be the cherry on top,

The sunset: one ‘to go’ please

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The blue waters of the pool

Are another starting point

They get me all started, till I find

The rhythm of my heart beating out loud

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Jigsaw puzzles are a real mystery

Only till you get them all sorted

N then again you wanna shuffle it all,

N start again .. I can go on n on

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Now movies are the real deal..

Like my first love or something

N probably my last love too..

I could watch them till the end of eternity..

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Travel & vacations kind set me up,

To be my best, best self

A pair of flip flops or maybe a pair of sneakers

Are all I need (not really 😝)

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Hide n seek, outdoors or in my very home,

Cheering for my kid are all worth my time

It’s so much fun to hide n then be sought

Like a gift unwrapped..

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Now food is also the love of my life

Nachos, burritos n desserts..

Maybe doughnuts or waffles

Or anything sweet.. I’m all set

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On a dull n boring day, I’d really visit the chopper

The guy who chops off my super short hair,

Hats off to him..he channels the ‘rebel’

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I change my name to ease it up,

Truth be told,cuz I feel dichotomous

I find myself oscillating between the two ends

One being my home, the other my dreamy place

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It’s weird & kind, normal yet shaken up,

I feel so odd, like no others around

I’ve embraced it now, it’s nothing to be wary of

It’s just me, being ME!!

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I’m mediocre yet deep n rich,

My life feels textured in complexity

I’m easy yet multiply skilled

N yet I treat it not like bread n butter..

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Fun is like the secret thread

Running the fabric of my life

I don’t really care for anything much

Other than family, fun & my share..

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My share of being me,

True to all of it’s complexity

Lazy, easy & ever changing

My mantra is Inconsistency

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I’ve stopped caring if others get me or not

Cuz it’s my job for sure

N I do a pretty ace job at it

I back myself up, to the core

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I like to call myself WEIRDO,

As if it’s a badge of honor

N it’s an award if no one gets me,

It means I’m bang on!!!

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My friend,my darling friend ‘inspiration’

Visits me in spurts

But when she does,

She kinda rocks me, like a storm

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An artist’s life is so full n rich,

N yet so sparse and scanty

It’s like the rain, of inspiration

Is the steering wheel, controlling all the bounty

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N yet, if given a choice,

I’d choose this exact same life again

I’d change absolutely nothing about it

Other than make ‘inspiration’ my best, best friend

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~ aryaa

At the mercy of my friend ‘darling inspiration’

My brick wall!

I’ve always desired to have one ‘brick wall’ in my home that’s not painted or styled or even white washed..

Just as is!

Cuz in our life however we grow n keep adding stuff to our belongings, our life is this brick wall..

Vulnerable, plain n beautiful, holding together this big life of ours..however beautiful it appears when styled with posh stuff, when it crumbles everything comes down..

I wanna remind myself that life is beautiful thanks to my spirit : the brick wall!

The beauty at the core..

The vulnerability n plainness..

Accepting itself as is, with no fake thrills n frills..

Just the way it is..

N this below is my brick wall..


It is more than what it appears!

It is the space for beautiful creations, beauties infinite times it’s size..

It’s the space where I write.. stuff that’s so deep .. no amount of space can describe it..

This brick wall , my studio …does justice to it!

Simple, stained with the high vibrations of inspiration n coloured with love..

I clean it as much as I can n what wishes to stay, just stays..

The stains are As welcome as my paintings..

Just cuz it appears this way don’t judge it!

It’s just as pure as the divine 🎁

I love my studio n offer gratitude for it, declutter it as frequently as possible.. n sip my tea here..

It’s in the small things that the depth of life is felt..

Breakthrough

There is something inside of me, that no one can take away. I cannot be robbed of it ever, no one can borrow it. 

I, however can choose to give it to others, n yet it doesn’t leave me! The more I give away..the more of it remains..

N this is the true treasure I should be worrying about..or rather NOT worrying about.

Cuz it’s a done deal! It’s with me, I can give it yet not lose it. It will never leave me, n it only grows every time I give it…

Wow!!! Isn’t this true abundance???

It’s everywhere around me…

– the comfort I have in wearing the same blue shrug every single day..people may take the shrug, but this feeling of being okay with whatever I wear n look good in it- untakeable..

– the confidence that my art is the best I could ever create.. I can sell my art, but this confidence just keeps growing… N stays with me. Becomes me

– the trust that I could never get lost in a new city/ unknown place.. I could be really lost, yet the safe feeling of being home.. WOW!!!

Love this time of my life. Continuous ups n downs. Every low brings a high, n every high is followed by a low…

Isn’t this what I wished for!

Being on the edge.. Struggling with the idea of who I am.. Facing it every single moment..

The struggle was always there! It was just that I didn’t know it was what I desired..

I know it now. N embrace the struggle.. Cuz it’s my eye witness that I’m living life king size..

Exploiting it to the max..

I’m here now, on the other side of the breakthrough..

Window girl

She sat there looking at everyone. Guys doing about their jobs. School girls giggling over some secrets. Cars buzzing by. Cats fighting over the remainder of the fish that the ‘koli’ woman left behind.

The tiny window was a lot more to her. She sat there, looking out for hours. Jumping into the lives of everyone she saw, spinning stories about their day, guessing their emotions!

Her heart just felt happy as she sat there, as if it was her day job! A job she loved❤️

So determined and at it, as if it paid her, her dues.

It was her window out into the real big world! A world that was pleasant. A life that was worth living❤️

The freedom of choosing ordinary!

At times we surprise ourselves doing stuff we never usually do just as we shock ourselves for behaving in a manner that’s not usually our style. Why do these inconsistencies happen?

I was wondering about stuff that separates successful people from the ordinary. There’s no doubt, that each one of us has potential to tap into the extra-ordinary hiding inside of us. Yet very few do it and that’s what separates them from the rest. The ability to excel,never give up, reject complacency every single time, their perseverance.

It’s really easy to accept ordinary. To not stretch ourselves at all. To stop instead of walking ahead, to give up on doing something that sounds or appears tough.

I’m guilty too. Choosing the easy way out isn’t a crime. Settling for less isn’t a crime. Choosing ordinary when extra ordinary could be an option, isn’t a crime. Choosing to stand still as opposed to growth isn’t wrong.


When I interact with my students, I seem to forget all this. I forget that their life is their choice.

I remember, one of my chemistry professors, used to expect this kind of sincerity from us. One day, he threw out all those students who had defaulted in submitting an assignment. It scared me cuz I didn’t like to be out of his class. A simple insulting act changed my life cuz defaulting on assignments was never an option for me after that.

All said n done, it’s always an individuals choice of how they want to live it. If I chose to be complacent, I guess I wouldn’t like to be told what needs to be done. The person in the shoes only can choose options, not the onlooker.

So, it’s a lesson for me. To grant everyone around me, the freedom to learn their lessons in their ways, at their time.

Inspiring or Perfect? What would you choose to be?

I’ve always wanted to be like those authors whose tiny articles In local newspapers are such an impact. These articles have been such an inspiration for me, that I’ve always wanted to do the same.

Write inspirational stuff that has the potential to change people.

  
The only goof up I made, when I chose to inspire was that I misinterpreted it as perfection!

So I had to be perfect before I could allow myself to inspire others. How silly of me to get the two confused.

Why should anybody be perfect? And what is perfection? It’s a definition that changes person to person,and is mostly unattainable cuz that’s how we define it for ourselves!

So here I am, totally in awe of all my flaws, my imperfections, wholeheartedly choosing to inspire!

Have you got ‘perfection’ jumbled up with other words from your vocabulary?

Time to see the distinction 🙂