Sunbeams Swam Across The Horizon, But You Nurtured A Pounding Wound Inside Your Chest. You Just Walked
Sunbeams swam across the horizon, but you nurtured a pounding wound inside your chest. You just walked away, but could barely stretch your fists at them. No you were not kind ,you were agonized. You eventually learnt to grow flowers in your eyes and creepers in your ribs and kept rowing through the same eras our ancients trailed.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Seventh Insight
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They were sitting together silently and watching their shudders dissolving into sighs. Their oblivious stares weaving a music and tears making promises to make it up to sunrise.
Indeed, joy can be extracted even from the tiniest mortal and immortal creations. And indeed, sorrow can be inhaled within every single blink underneath the sky. The past transcends the boundaries of the present and devours every reason to leave this ephemeral juncture of bones and blood.
-Her "Schrödinger's Cat" , First Insight
I wish I knew something more, felt more.Something I could put my hands on and turn it into celestial sparks. I won't lie, life is not a sane man's business. You can gaze at a lovely meadow and sink into a meditative absurdity. Or you can feel trampled down by the sky above.
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Eight Insight
I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.
Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003
Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.
Her Schrödinger's cat, Fourth Insight.
Come my love, we'll dance till our feets no longer touch the ground.
-epiphany
I've mastered the art of loosing myself!
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
Realism was never a part of her world.
A dream entangled with myriad dreams! And the souls tracing their string from the lanes of past lives.
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