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“Soul Songs” by Nikaee

Written in the snow
With a pale pen of water
A soul lays freezing. (jf)

“Soul Songs” by Nikaee
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“Filters” by Reha

I feel there’s too much of positivity and hope all around, especially in artists (others as well) and that is what blurs the lines of reality. Hope should be where it belongs, fact should be where reality belongs. The problem is we can’t tackle our own dilemmas and name it destiny, we don’t have the courage to follow our dreams and keep hoping they’ll become reality. Even in the worst situation we find positivity. Why? If something is negative take it as it is. If you don’t have courage accept it. And learn. 

Don’t paint everything in bright and beautiful colours when there is so much darkness around. Only when people learn to see and accept things “As It Is”, there’s a chance things will change. And this is something I hate about all these writers these days, who write these over pretentious positive quotes, heartbreaking love poems without ever having even felt the feeling. 

There is just so much hypocrisy around I don’t understand how can art even survive in such conditions. There was a time when great writers and artists created magic and today is a time when it has all boiled down to showing off something that you haven’t even felt yourself. Plagiarising classic art with a twist and calling yourself an artist, doesn’t make you one unless you feel it deep down inside. Art has literally become a modern joke and I despise it so much. 

Maybe it’s time we take things without the filters of what it could be or should be. Instead what it really is. Maybe it’s time constructive criticism should replace getting offended every now and then. Guess negativity exists for a reason.

~REHA

(I know you might not agree with me but it’s just my personal opinion and felt like speaking out once is necessary. All kinds of opinions are absolutely welcome 🌻)

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​”Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series” – Reha

​Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series//
*BIRTH OF ART*

It all starts
One dark night.
One face,
Buried in the pillow.
Another face,
Transfixed towards infinity.
One’s feet,
Can’t move out of bed.
Another’s,
Walking the edge of terrace.
One,
Tired of carrying stones,
Of past in the heart.
Another,
Exhausted, speaking to those
Who never lend an ear.
One depressed,
Another heartbroken.
One giving in,
Another giving up.
But none knows,
How lives can change,
In a flash of a moment.
How a thought
Comes by the wind,
Flickering the candle
Turning the pages,
Of your current chapter
To one, you never knew
Existed in your story.
Sweeping you far away
From the fields of emptiness
And filling you with an ecstasy
Not everyone’s gifted to receive.
And that my dear
Is how art arrives.
In a flash of a moment,
Flying in through the window,
Settling down beside you,
On the sheets,
Streets, terrace,
Wherever you are.
Simply waiting
For you to step in,
The rebellion called art,
And begin creating
History,
That lasts a forever.

~REHA

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// PART 1 –  UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

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*EVOLUTION*

I know,
There’s something more to you,
Than what you seem.
I know,
There’s a myriad of hues,
Beneath your bones and skin.
I know,
You try to camouflage in the crowd,
But there’s miles of mysteries within.
And I think,
I know more than a few things.
I feel,
As if I already know you.
From a different time and space,
Where you didn’t care,
About people, place or pursuit.
Where you embraced,
Your reflection more than opinions.
Where you believed,
Your words over scripted quotes.
Where you allowed yourself,
To breathe more than respiration.
Where you used to be You,
And not just a hologram of You.
And always know,
That I’ll know,
How much you’ve seen all this time,
Never knowing what it might do to you.
How far you’ve drifted away,
From what you are meant to be.
How long you’ve been struggling,
To give this journey a purpose.
And although I can’t tell,
How long life’s furnace,
Will keep breathing fire.
I surely know,
A diamond is in making.
Keep evolving,
As the world revolves.
Just try,
Never to get so hard,
That you become one,
Which breaks itself into pieces.
Watch my words,
But never let them grow over you.
Read me,
Never become me.

~REHA

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//PART 2 – UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

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*SEMICOLON;*

I don’t always have
The best lines to write,
Yet I scribble.
I don’t always know
Of the nicest words to say,
Still I speak.
I mostly don’t know
Where to end a poem,
But I do pause,
Somewhere.
Anywhere,
Where thoughts take a turn,
Where memories flood in,
Where going on gets tough,
Where it’s simply a wait until next time.
I pause,
But never stop.
I decorate,
Every chapter of my life,
With commas and brackets,
And when I feel like putting an end,
I plant a semicolon instead;
For art has no end.
You can pause,
But never put a full stop.
And you and me,
And everyone in between,
Are nothing but nature’s portraits.
Sculptures that speak,
Flesh that feels,
Heart that weaves,
Mind that thinks,
And confuses,
Pause with rewind,
Play with stop.
Only to replay,
Every single word,
Once again.
For there’s no full stop,
Only a pause.

~REHA

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//PART 3 – UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

(Self) Seeker – Noirin & Lyra

So many roses…
So many thoughts about you…
So many kisses I feel on my lips…
So many love the show…
But in the end every blossom is an egoist.

“(Self) Seeker” by Noirin & Lyra