Dead Poetic - Tumblr Posts
My bones were right.
Emotionally, I have always wanted to be my softer self. Intellectually, I wanted to hold an invisible sword. As always, I seemed to enjoy diving deep enough to hit the bottom.
We all have been tirelessly trying to fit in the mould of a person who's desirable and appreciated by the standards of the world. We know originality is an art but we still find ourselves in the loop counting how many do we influence. I think that is the tragedy. To know what is art yet to run behind the bland. To know what is life yet to chase the very death, everyday.
-V
"To be gone from here, is the last thing I need!"
"To stay here alone, is a punishment indeed!"
-V
Let's normalise the expectations of being treated with as much care as we treat others. There are too many caring people out there who do not care for the right people. And by the time they realise their misappropriate actions, they have already burnt a huge part of themselves in lighting others. Let's not be candles. People discard candles when sufficient light starts entering their room.
-V
Being good may have become a punishment for some or a reward for others. But being good is not subject to those concerns. It comes from the very within. Let's not consider alternate options on how things would have been if we were a little a less good. There's only so much goodness left in the world. Let's prevent these remnants from dying by being the good.
-V
I've never felt more pained after realising that I may be the one who's left behind. Those who were around me are probably having the best times of their lives while I am dead stuck to the memories that fade a little everytime I reminisce them. It is not good to be left behind. And it is even more bad to be left behind while under the illusion that I was the one to leave.
-VS
How much of a poet/writer I am?
Tonight, while I was sleeping after a long day, I dreamt the plot of my next best seller. The one from the genre, I didn't like much or I thought I didn't. The scenes were real and well executed. I guess my brain is more of a poet/writer than I will ever be.
-VS
paintings.
' I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process '
— Vincent Van Gogh