I Make Surreal And Dreamy Artworks That Explore Psychological Mindfalls

Nakedness up in the eyes, flooded at the verge of a broken dam, too many hearts will break and bleed, while watching birds migrating in a migraine of my woman, are you sane, ‘No, I am insane and my poles are purging in a hole called avoid my name,’ your tears drown, my art is down, call me renowned, buy me a life and I want this, that and whole world to see society is strange, is the blood yet shed, they won’t regret, but you’ll pick me up and your daughter up, drunk on a street compounded with fuck breeds, are you there, are you – you, are you true?

Her head formed an aureole of brilliant light above her fragile skull, her eyes turned into darkest shade of night, a kind of colour mankind has never ever seen. The sky glowed purple, and after exact eight seconds, the thunder had hit the water and had turned everything feral; the sound of thunder accentuated my hollowness and filled it with new born lotuses which came out in fossilised form, thus I was born again.

I was greyed out; my mind had shifted its burden to this weakened heart which was on the verge of nailing its counted pumps left to breathe in this body of mine. I felt cursed and blessed in a morning where I could charm my way to appreciate its beauty in an everlasting scene. As I started walking, the echoes of my steps were forming their gust, almost engulfing everything coming on its way. She was sitting deep inside the clouds of my meditation.

A frail body /
Holding itself together /
In a field /
Of a hundred miles /
A lone figure /
Among long blades of grass /
That quivered like your lips. /
Your long hair, /
Flowing in the breeze of a million sighs. /
Across your wishful face. /
And your eyes, /
The almond shaped reflections /
Of red autumn trees on the lake. /
Only if I could take /
the blue out of your heart /
And paint the sky again. /
- Aara

It took me a long time to realize that you can do everything right and still end up unhappy. You can say all of the right things, do exactly as you are told, follow in the footsteps of all the people who swore by their success and their strategy surrounding it, and you can still end up displaced — because you didn’t ever choose to simply listen to yourself. The best thing I ever did for myself was simply listen to what I actually wanted. I drowned out the guidelines, the advice, the 'shoulds.' And I messed up. I made mistakes that I’ll never forget. I hurt people I loved, and I got hurt. See, self discovery isn’t this comfortable, miraculous thing. It can get ugly, it can get confusing. It's gritty, it's hard. It’s difficult to confront yourself sometimes, it's difficult to be the person who does things differently, who doesn’t settle. But it's the greatest gift you will ever give yourself. It will push you towards figuring out what your own personal version of happiness looks like; and when you grow on your own terms, when you figure out what actually matters to you, and when you carve out your own path, you live on your own terms. You love on your own terms. You become the person you have always wanted to be, rather than the person you were always told to be, and that is beautiful. Because when it comes down to it — life is about making yourself proud on your own terms. It’s about finding a happiness that works for you. —@Rainbowsalt

You call me in your sleep, you call me when in need.

I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t act to anything. My feet were shivering and my mind, soul and heart were as numb as the silent northern woods of the Black Forest, and it was a condition turned to a degree of utter and copious deliverance of uninvited pain. Like a sheet of monstrous sadness covered every inch of my skin.

Maybe for a while. I'll be yours and I'll therefore belong.

If the dreams are made of you, I'd never want to sleep.

I am ranking in the garden of this unfounded null. /
‘A feeling, no one has ever described to me. It almost felt like I was rupturing my own tendons upon which I hold my vision and hang my soul on. Just like that, she winked and encumbered me in a never-ending delirium of my own existence. She crossed her legs and looked into my lifeless eyes for a brief jiffy. ‘I felt being consumed, I was aghast in a stance of owning her, I was surpassing the worldly pleasures and materials I own to throw. I belong to her now.’ /
I saw her with a delight, her skin shone like a polished ivory; her benevolent legs were magnificent on its own. Her postured thighs, orchestrated to enslave any living or dead, no morals I could think of, I was short of words, she made me a wanton again.

The storm, your absence – I live surprised in the dismay of ill-fated occurrences which tenaciously shrouds my hope in a mantle of poisonous extravagance, I breathe yet I don’t feel alive, and when I feel alive, I don’t get to know why? I feel being on board of an old wooden ship with holes in its surface touching the inch think sea surface, it withers me, sinks my soul, but it doesn’t deliver me anywhere. I am still living in it and looking out from the passage meant to be leading on for you. As far as my deplorable memory could recall, it recommends me that there is a man looking at his will to take and liberate everything which once had a meaning.

So I am now falling, falling into the sky, this deep hole, a hole in this life. /
Who has my time? Who holds my fate? I am in a maelstrom of madness living aimlessly in a guilt of love today. /
Where is my silence, oh! they took that in the hymn once I prayed? Inane, is it me? Is it the time for me to comprehend? /
My visualization are biased and unfree, my mean thoughts strayed into the wilderness of what I call not so green. /
Disobedience is in my bowl, colossal and out of reach. What is the meaning then? I guess the meaning was to demean. /
Entered in this hole, a sangfroid feel floating inside. Is it my calm is not in place? or what I see was erased by time? /
I am now consumed, I am not sure what do you call a life. If there is some left, it will be oblivious in it's own eyes.

I floated blank in sheer black space; a tear fell from my eye which alienated me into an ocean splashing its wildest waves onto me, it didn’t flow away and neither did it pull me down. I was slipping into deformed shapes of object around me as I turned my head away from her. I could fall deep and there will be no return.

I was greyed out; my mind had shifted its burden to this weakened heart which was on the verge of nailing its counted pumps left to breathe in this body of mine. I felt cursed and blessed in a morning where I could charm my way to appreciate its beauty in an everlasting scene. As I started walking, the echoes of my steps were forming their gust, almost engulfing everything coming on its way. She was sitting deep inside the clouds of my meditation.

My dreams departed on a one way trip to an ocean as barren as my drifting thoughts. She changed the course of her moving head like the way a raven does in the farthest sky, her hair floated in the air like the dried dandelion seeds in the vacuum-less sky and I just kept howling in her never ending eyes. She then silently whispered, be like water.

Never had it happen before, never did I feel such a wrecking desire inside of me. I couldn’t sleep; this sudden hollowness was prolonging its surreal labour of rinsing every other thought I could think of. It felt like I was walking on a thin rope with burning ends, in a delicate state of losing my only being left; If only I could insist on her presence and even if I try to summon up her of what I could remember, her moving silhouette was summarising my grounds and reasons of my continuation.

This love may hurt a pain of thousand nails, a nail may rust inside, for I decay for I remake, her coldness is my warmth.

It was more like the brightest sunshine being traumatised by the darkest cloud, no matter how hard I blow the wind, it never stops raining and the darkness never goes away. I think I love her.

Such was my wandering love who drifted alone in the dark nothingness of the empty sky, forcibly waking me up from a dream in a dementia of perplexing oceanic state. I struggled to stay afloat as her tears fell down from the sky, I was punished to hear her screams as the gods slipped a cry from the devil’s eyes.