What i am!!
Abstractness is a friend, a compatriot, a partner.It helps you think what you might not normally think, which is what i believe in.....view everything from a different angle.What i write is simply what i feel, when i feel it, and how i feel it, it's not what i'm asked to write, it's what i want to write, all my writings are dedicated to some very special people, who inspire me to write.Thank you!!
The first stroke on the canvas!
Naqsh
:The journey from start to end, the first strike of the chisel on a rock to make a sculpture!
Naqsh
kNuMB:Pronounced as Numb, is symbolic of the phase that transcends the physical world connecting a person with the spiritual energy of the universe. One might be numb by worldly standard but is in fact on a heightened plane of awareness, of energy and of enlightenment. All of kNuMB’s music reflects this phase, this sudden rush of energy which gives birth to music in our case and all art in general. Only art is everlasting, hard hitting and binds us all in a silent understanding of the things the artist has felt and tried to convey to his listeners.
kNumb
Sometimes you just feel you were destined for greatness, and sometimes you feel as if you're good for nothing, times change, but the person doesn't, have faith in yourself, faith can do what noone else can!
Somethings end, somethings don't mean to end but they do, they just rust, fade away slowly.But then again where there is deforming there is always reforming.That is what Ibteda is all about.A new beginning, moving on....!!
Previous Ramblings
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It's silent here,
in the morgue,
where bodies lie...
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The princess of the sea,
in the palace of feel,...
- The mask of the weird grin has been rusted. Now th...
- I spoke through silence,
and it retained my lie,
I...
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Seven colours,
two rivers,
one shore,
my home.
...
- Floating like a dead body,
on a river so far away,...
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Like a silent raindrop,
I fall,
on the ground b...
- In the dark,
the eerie moon,
the lucid veil,
such ...
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Of a heart shaped round,
ball of light, aura of...
- Maybe life is a reason,
and I am the cause,
but wh...
Chronicles
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
from the blind vision of today,
to tommorows vivid sight.
I move and fall,
I drown and crawl,
but what does it take,
to keep standing tall?.
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
from peace that leads to war,
to the battle that ends in a fight.
I run and walk,
in sync with the tick of the clock,
but how can I swim without air,
and go from this island to the city dock?
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
as soon as the sun descends,
my perceptive sanity ends.
I sense and feel,
I hide and conceal,
but who knows what,
is fake and what's real.
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
as the bird of winter leaves and flies,
autumn slowly rusts and dies.
I kneel and I hide,
and let hope decide,
what good are thoughts,
without a wave, a ride.
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
instead of falling on my face,
this time I'll travel on light rays,
Through the corridor of light,
into the darkness of life,
through the passage of time,
into visions sublime...
[unreflecting belief]__ hashriani at 1:59 AM
~closure~
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