” Because we all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry “
Penelope Douglas.
unawareness is a bridge between consciousness & subconscious trinity.
– Zayn Al Shahariar.
Let Go For The Sake Of Harmony?
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
IS THERE ANYTHING IN HUMAN LIFE THEY WON’T DO IT FOR THE SAKE OF BEING HAPPY?
If I am not happy enough, If I am not good enough, If I am not what you might think, then who I am and what is my brightly-colored existence what everyone sympathize about?
ZAYN.
BEAUTY OF THINGS
Having thus seen how ceramic productions illustrate the art ideas of all nations, having touched upon the influence of pottery upon art in general, and having glanced at its present aims and possible accomplishments, it will not be forgotten, after what has just been said, that the combination of the useful and the beautiful is the great charm of the ceramic art, making between them a new beauty which finds its best place in the household.
– Zayn Al Shahariar.
An Angel
That boy wasn’t profound by anyone.
Until an thunderstorm came in and became an angel, she speaks in divine language, she told him ” to get in the boat”.
That boy asked her ” why should i “?
She replied ” I’m going to take you there, where you’re going to loved by someone you desire and always will be”
I believe her. I told her ” don’t fall me out from the sky, where I won’t be able to stand again”
– Zayn Al Shahariar.
yet to decide
Losing someone close to you teaches you to be humble about life. The problems of before look so insignificant and ridiculous compared to the pain of living in this world knowing that you will no longer see that person again.
It teaches you that time and space are indeed relative, it makes you more compassionate towards others. Money and power can no longer control you. And although life goes on, you will never be the same person again. You are irrevocably and permanently changed. You can move on, but you will never forget. You will never forget how you felt when reality hit you. You will never forget how is like to kiss the face of a dead person knowing that before it was a smiling and warm face. Losing someone to mental illness and depression makes you question about life, about the mind and about how someone that seems so happy can lose it all. It makes you wonder about human vulnerability and our own impotence.
“Farewell Life” is a good melody to go back to those memories and lonely thoughts… I specially like to listen to it at night, looking to the sky from a window.
In those raw, intimate moments, I think about him and all the things we did together.
Unknown artist
Video by : Farewell Life
yet to decide the title
A lot of people pinned Tai Lung pride to be his ultimate downfall when the case is presented to be the opposite.
It was never about the title. It was about acceptance. Tai Lung was an abandoned orphan starved for affection. The only person who ever cared for him was Shifu. Tai Lung dream to become the dragon warrior was never his own. Tai Lung obsession with martial arts was not because he was arrogant but because it was only the thing Shifu ever praised him for.
This point was directly made when Tai Lung finally read the Dragon Scroll. When he realized the scroll was only a normal mirror, he was heart broken and yelled out “It is nothing” as he looked at his own reflection. His whole purpose and self worth was to fullfill Shifu dream, to be the dragon warrior that would make Shifu proud. The only reason he stole the scroll was to prove Oogway wrong and that Tai Lung ultimately deserved what Shifu wanted him to be.
Tai Lung false pride was only a shield to cover his insecurities. His hunger for the scroll in actuality was the desire for Shifu love and acceptance. In a funny way, a noodle soup cook was a better father than a renowned kungfu master. Mr Ping was able to teach Po to love himself, something Shifu miserably failed.
Unknown source
Video by : Kungfu panda (youtube)
Yet to bring the changes
I am not doing anything but I feel overhaul distant for everything. I sit at the corner trying to change who I was before but, I look back found I never tend to seat the journey on the sea
I am still the same who romanticize pain, that forced me to write intoxicating like lion hunting down its prey. I am still the same whom thoughtls lingers his soul into profound nothing.
I still write the pain you gave me, I turned your words into pages and wounds into feelings.
How many days I tried to bring the changes, yet I saw you as I close my eyes.
I still find my eyes looking for you begging for changes, yet I still want you
Photo by : pinterest ( unknown artist )
Zayn Al Shahariar( collaboration with unknown artist )
Is it so much to ask.
Is it the perfect specimen, you were looking after?
Is it the same now as then, the moment you met her?
All these years you looked back on the day, drunk on the memory of it’s own perfection, how shiny her lips, how instant your connection is.
Did it never occurred to you that’s why you were summoned(brought) in this realm, in the very beginning of it’s end!
Created to do nothing short of fall for her, right then and there all is to make that single perfect existence.
Zayn Al Shahariar & blade runner
Photo: pinterest (unknown artist)
The Warmth You Seeked
Perhaps, you only choose the ideal of me, choose to take my fondness toward you. You only loved the idea of being here hiding as wolf. You played with my warmth foreseek your loneliness.
A caress on your back, gentle pats on your head, shoulder to cry on, comforting on your rains, and so on sidewalk. Perhaps, perhaps our intimacy were sad playlist in your phone or our phone.
A desperate morning sight, late night comforting dances, scratches in your back, sharing with same cup of coffee, tight hugs, holding hands, irreplaceable polaroid;. We were living in the same sky above us, but you were not there but there.
Perhaps, our desperate destination not meant to be together. We both filled your loneliness but you loved her not me.
Zayn Al Shahariar
Photo by : pinterest ( unknown artist )
Suckered night! 