My brain works, but it works really slow.
My brain works, but it works really fast.
My brain works like it’s not so normal,
making it work is a task!
My brain works but it works for the good.
My brain works but it works for the bad.
My brain works like it’s not so normal,
making it work is a task!
Lucy was wondering about what to pack for her Asheville trip. She was an introvert, as you might say, a package of eccentricity, social anxiety and self-consciousness— not the kind of person you would want to hang out with. She did not relish family weekends and would go blank when asked what profession she’d pick later in life. Since Christmas was around the corner, she was obligated to spend time with her rather-derisive relatives. As she loaded her luggage into the trunk of a rental car, she took out a book which she had stuffed inside. The road journey was going fine until her parents started some indie music. The book lay on the car’s seat, listening to the soft humming of its owner.
A week later, on December 31, Lucy was sitting in an aeroplane, on her way back to Pasadena. Almost everyone around her was sleeping. Her digital watch displayed “11:40 pm”. As she passed into oblivion, her dreamland had some blissful memories in store for her. She was sitting with her mother, who was narrating sweet incidents from her childhood, by the fireplace. The next moment she found herself decorating a Christmas tree with her cousin Dorothea. Before she could hang the ornament she was holding, on the tree, she was taken to the campfire, where she was laughing and dancing to carols.
She then woke up to find her family celebrating with glasses of wine in their hands. The epiphany that a journey had never been so euphoric before put a smile on her face. ‘Twas the night of New Year’s.
The people I loved turned me down
When I needed them the most they never replied
Is it only me or is it happening with everyone around
I’m scared to trust and love
Because I was turned down
I want that one moment of happiness
That feeling which I couldn’t experience for months
I want to live freely and without the fear of getting hurt
But I can’t
Because once I was turned down
They say I’m dramatic and an over thinker
Useless and ugly
I’m scared I don’t disagree
Because once I was turned down
Love is hard to find but
Rightly said once found
Makes one blind
Sometimes I wonder what is actually love
The one I could never find
With the cracked ground
Starving for water,
There begins a new thought
The little sapling caught
Between two worlds-
The sky beckoning and the ground seizing.
It begins its journey
On the unprecedented
Shying away from all adversity
In what it deems possible.
Goes on and on,
Gathering all energy and vigour
Standing firmly to the ground
All the while reaching for the sky.
And when it looked beneath
saw that it wasn’t the
Lone forlorn tree anymore.
There lived a boy named Peak. He didn’t know what to do with his life. He found school to be boring. He didn’t understand why he was studying, why two plus two is four and not five, why things look different from each other, why we all don’t have similar faces, etc. He wanted to be in, when he was out and wanted to be out, when he was in. He led a monotonous life.
One day he was walking dejectedly through the streets of the city. When he reached home, he dumped his bag in the corner of the room and made his way toward his bed. On the table, he saw a strange tollbooth. There was a letter attached to the tollbooth. The letter had instructions for how to erect the tollbooth and use it. There was a map along with a small cute car. He stepped into the tollbooth. Suddenly, a voice was heard. It asked, “Where do you want to go?” Peak answered, “Dictinopolis – the land of words by reading the map”.
Suddenly Peak disappeared.
In Dictinopolis, he met Spellbee. He had a great adventure there. He saw alphabets floating in water and Spellbee was trying to balance them by combining the alphabets in a logical way to form meaningful words. Spellbee was instructing them to be arranged in a meaningful manner. When Peak saw that, he was curious and asked her why she was arranging alphabets in that particular order only. Why is ‘APPLE’ spelled as ‘APPLE’ only and why not ‘AEPlE’ or ‘IAPLE’!
She replied in the context of this question- Everything that exists in this world whether living or non-living has its own significance and importance. As we see that everything is in perfect balance in the universe and needs to be symmetrical for ease of the natures. The same way, these words also play an important role in one’s life to communicate and express one’s feelings and if they are not polite they can hurt someone. These words are spelled in such a manner so that the balance can be maintained and others can use them to make their life meaningful.
After sometime he heard a voice, this voice was of his mother. Immediately, Dictinopolis started fading away. Peak was flying in the air. Suddenly Peak woke up, and realized that all this was a dream. But he realized that every human being has been blessed with different abilities and talent. We differ from each other in that we have different interests. There is a beauty of its own in every color. Everyone is great; the need is only to spark their talent. He realized his importance in this world and the beauty of words. He took help of these ‘words of his dream’ and transformed his life. He read many books and penned down his thoughts on paper. When he grew up, he became a renowned author. He also wrote a novel based on the dream that he had visualized many years back. He discovered his talent and lived happily ever after.
Moral: Everyone who exists in this world has a talent that is hidden inside him. They just have to reveal or detect that talent.
Art, art, art is everywhere,
No one can say that it is nowhere.
Decorating a vase or
Making a cart
For me all of them are art.
Singing a song
Or singing it a way which is wrong
For me all of them are a kind of art.
