Dried Palette Of Paint

Is one time human existence enough to get what we desire for ?  

Or should the desires and aspirations we have should be limited in order for us to value what we currently have ?

Vanished are moments of tranquility and being altruistic, cause all it brings is nothing but endless expectations and discontentment.

Journey of joy is synonymous to being materialistic, progressive era just looks like the palette of dried paints which are just different for everyone and not all get to choose which they like , they just change when they feel their expectations are shattered.

Combination of that colour palette is even far to think, it’s just subjective according to their convenience.

Hypothetically to even think have we considered what actually the dried paint palette ever looks like, not exactly admiring but just look at it and visualise if something can be created which might appear rare and significant for the eyes that have an never ending quest for just being quintessential.

But us painters often get blind rather being lost in quest for interim joy and often forget to even blink a second on our palette and wonder if we can create something that would be rare yet perpetual .

Love for Singapore !

What a memory it brings out, when I even think of those moments ! 

Does that city require so much love, hell yeah ! 

It deserves much more love than what I mention. 

Cause that's city that made me feel alive, made me feel comfortable, made me feel that life is not that bad that you think it is !

Its almost like, its my habitat !

Often questioning why do I love that city so much?

Yes it would be a lie, if i say it doesnt remind me of my past!

But after all , whatever i am today i owe to that particular part of my past !

It taught me what love is !

love in the most purest form !

love in the most Innocent form!

love in the most stupidest form !

The crazy kind of love, where eyes would meet the ocean ! 

Where waves would touch the cheeks!

Sounds crazy right??

Well thats what the city is in my memory!!

        I learned to be independent way before the city but i guess those were just dreams!

        I was truly independent when there were rough days , 

     Days where i had to pick my self up and teach my heart that the city has much love to offer       than anything else !     

Constant Tussle !

If really the heart and brain had their own voice , life would be just sorted. Million decisions could be made, thousand of feelings could be shared not necessarily the lovely ones, hundred views could be put front, everything could be taken as light as a feather, without much context, not many tissues would have been wept for, not would there have been this constant tussle of heart and brain which goes on everyday pretty much for all of us…. Just we choose what we feel is right for that moment, in layman’s terms spontaneous decisions, some say heart and others undoubtedly brain ! But deep down do we realise, why they both never align, cause there is always a war within us primarily followed by the war outside . The best part is, neither can keep anyone happy , cause end of the day not all decisions would be liked by everyone, not necessarily all decisions are best…..then what is the point of us having a tussle between heart and brain , when no decision can completely satisfy the human kind .Us humans always find some or the other lacuna in any decision we take..

In the end of the day the question is not whether who is unhappy with your take on life !?

It’s more of if you are happy with how you lead your journey,  without much tussle between brain and heart ! 

Let the brain do the job of brain being rational, heart be to care and you to be happy and contented !