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Bleeding Black on a White Canvas

Senhora

Poetry, pictures and thoughts from a life still being figured out.

we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. to quote from whitman, “o me! o life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, o me, o life?” answer. that you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. that the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. what will your verse be?
– John Keating (Robin Williams), Dead Poets Society

a little ink. a little courage.
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Poetry ↗

Where the ink settles.

02

Art ↗

Through my hands & eyes.

03

Journal ↗

Notes from the margins.

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Poetry

The Faceless Man

There’s a deep resentment I hold –Against whom? I do not know,So, I close my eyes –To see the face of the person,That I…

Journal

Acceptance of Denial

Ah, those random shower thoughts. This is one of them. If only I had a pen and a book to note down every exquisite,…

Poetry

The Rain washes away your footsteps

I vividly remember the day we met,Strangers in a small crowd,We got to talking,Me being a man who ran all his life,After meeting you,…

Poetry

See the World Through Your Eyes

“Verbum is sacred”,Your words still linger in my thoughts,You’ve taught me how words have power,Don’t speak something you don’t mean and cower. The world…

Poetry

Radicalisation

It was rosy dawn,Just like any other day,I woke up to relish the sun,Then I looked at the clock,I was late to school, I…