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The beauty of words is impeccable and hence my passion for poetry has led me here I’d love to share what goes on in my mind in the form of my writing welcome into my mindspace!

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SONGS WERE MADE FOR DANCING

SONGS WERE MADE FOR DANCING

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“She’s CrazY!
She’s Insane!
She’s LoSt!
She’s Scary!
She’s StraNge!
She’s WeiRd!
She’s Wi… STOP and say…

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She’s Authentic
She’s Free
She’s Happy,
She’s Herself,
She’s Self-expressive,
She’s True!
But most importantly.
She’s LOVE! Let her enjoy the music that’s making her hum and tap her feet, that’s making her sing along and dance to the beat, that’s making her be who she really is…

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Say she’s crazy in love,
Say she’s happy to be alive,
Say she’s one of a kind,
Say she’s insane for dancing to music you cannot hear because she is in her natural being of authenticity.
Dance with her she’s welcoming,
Sing with her she’s synchronicity.
But… don’t not say she’s SCARY for being her true self!”

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Poem and Photography By

~Trish

 

ARCHITECTURE OF WORDS

ARCHITECTURE OF WORDS

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  Words are more than just letters they are tools for self expression. Words – essentially made up, have meaning and they create conversations, debates, questions and answers. Never really appreciated because of the bandwidth of information that we process by the minute we use words just for convenience and not purpose. Clairvoyant what does it mean? Kudoclasm what does it mean? Sonder what does it mean? We’ve allowed words to define us and forget that they are all made up and anyone can make up a word and give it meaning.

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  Letters create words which create languages which create pronunciations which create sounds which create music. There is interconnectedness just as the earth creates a foundation for buildings and the scaffoldings of our minds create beautiful architecture. With language we create our own authenticity we are one in being but vast in verbile. All there is left to articulate is words are relay information hence we should use them for the betterment of self.

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Poem and Photography By

~Trish

THE WHOLLY OTHER

THE WHOLLY OTHER

Who are you when no one is watching? 

Who are you when the other is present? 

Who are you when everyone is staring? 

 

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Take a minute and ponder on that.

  We are of a different caliber but alike in physicality, self and mind. Our inner workings are all intertwined and interconnected. So, who is the wholly other?

  The one who you can surrender your whole self to no reservation or what if. Your complete. Your one. Your beginning. Your end. Your vulnerability. Your lowest and your highest…

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  How do you identify them?

  The minute you break the mirror and it is just self no façade, no veneer even no clothes – literally just ‘SELF’ and they accept you whole as you came from the earth. The sad reality is that they may be hard to come by but be patient there is one for all.

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Poem and Photography By

~Trish

MATTERS OF THE HEART

MATTERS OF THE HEART

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Romantic love is a projection of ones lover he see her as a flower so shall she be one and she sees him as the sun so shall he become. But the anguish of romantic love is how to keep it alive, how do we prevent the jadedness from occurring? How do we keep the fire that was there in the beginning alive? Much like the creative high or the psychedelic experience romantic love is just for the moment then it dissipates and ceases to exist and we die along with it for it’s like we lost someone we once knew.

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Matters of the heart are dire we cannot control them we cannot bend them to our will. If we are sad we sad and that’s it, if we are happy we are happy and that it’s. Art is one way to overcome the anxiety of losing love the sounds of music, the brush stokes of paintings the movements of dance they make us forget but not for eternity as soon the music stops we begin to remember once more and drown in our pain once again.

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Falling in love is being swept by your heart-strings, they are pulled by the melody to the point you exceed yourself, and you place your lover on a pedestal because they lift you up to places you’ve never been to before. Suddenly you begin to tear up because of the magnitude of the love, your yearnings have been abolished by this being that makes everything seem so perfect in a chaotic world. So the question left to ask is who can bear loves death? For it never lasts forever.

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A Poem By

~Trish

Photography By

~Anusheh and Trish

 

IF STORIES COULD TELL… ‘US’

IF STORIES COULD TELL… ‘US’

 

If stories could tell ‘us’ what would they say about you?

What is your true identity?

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There is an interesting theory by Charles Horton Cooley ‘The looking glass self’ the phenomenon known as peopling “I am not who you think I am; I am not who I think I am; I am who I think you think I am.” What this translates into is that we envision what others think of us from within and project that make belief character as our own. Hence if you think carefully of your behaviour it differs with the person your with a “paragon” in the presence of authority and your “natural self’” in the presence of those you are comfortable around. Your mental modelling of what people think of you is what you essentially become.

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If stories could tell us who are you then truly?

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Are you a survivor in the face of adversity, a slave in a formal institution or a beast when no one is watching? Our environment also moulds our being we adapt to what we have been born into. Identity essentially is a collaboration of all the people around us. It is the same idea with what we think we know about ourselves and what we actually know about ourselves. Are you your true self or just a projection of what you think the world thinks you are?

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If stories could tell us they would have a lot to say for our diversity is eclectic!

A Poem by  ~Trish

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~Anusheh and Trish

Colouring Inside The Lines Of Our ‘HUMANity’

Colouring Inside The Lines Of Our ‘HUMANity’

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Colour doesn’t matter as soon as one picks up that weapon our humanity has died… Our tools are what we think and create likewise for our weapons, that cause havoc and the sane have lost sense of ‘HUMANity’ for what gain?

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  Guns, bullets, knives, machetes, bombs, fires… Just for human desire, the wants but not the needs, that’s all we care about… we are killing for ‘possessions’ and dying for stuff we don’t need who are we truly if we don’t care about our ‘HUMANity’?

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  Fight the urge for unnecessary wants, kill your neighbours with kindness and paint the -verse with all the melanin that we have. Our ‘HUMANity’ is dying right before us not because of those who do harm but because of the bystanders that do nothing about it.

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~Trish

RESERVATIONS

RESERVATIONS

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Information locked in – we know whom we are inside hence our reservations to refrain from unavailing speech is what keeps us sane. Connection is now mind to mind or rather mind to technology just the presence is enough for who needs idle conversation when the beauty lies in the silence?

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Born from a different light once one enters the -verse the battle is just their own the next really holds no much significance. Hence we go back to our reservations just peace of mind and ‘she’s’ happy when ‘she’ retires to those spaces of bliss and tranquil it’s where ‘she’ burgeon most.

Beautifully conjuring up thought because it’s what ‘she’ knows best. Its like when ‘she’ converse’s ‘she’ doesn’t need one to return the favor and converse back the reservation is all ‘she’ needs.

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Ideally the worth of the reservation is more than just our sanity… The words unspoken speak volumes its mind!

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Poem and Photography By

~Trish