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“Why We Are Here” by Ezequiel Piola

No need to argue:
Right here, right now we find
The tables turning. (jf)

“Why We Are Here” by Ezequiel Piola

Picture by Ezequiel Piola, poetry by Jonathan.

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“Journey Of A Thousand Colours” by Saurabh Joshi

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours,
some are new, some are older
some define me, some surprise me
some excite me, some inspire me.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours,
These colours are everywhere.
In me, in you, in the heaven & hell
In my tears, and my smiles, and my sweat and my struggle.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours, a journey which I don’t want to end.
A journey of colours & wonders & feelings
Of falling, and rising and helping & healing.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours and its colours are my prize.

“Journey Of A Thousand Colours” by Saurabh Joshi

Edit and poetry by Saurabh Joshi. Original picture by Ryan Resatka.

“Alice In Wonderland” by Reha

*Alice in Wonderland*

You know what’s the weirdest thing about human race? We know everything. From the star that died a few billion light years away to the way our lungs process oxygen. Everything, but ourselves.

I know though, some of you will claim, but I meditate everyday, read pro inspirational quotes, probably found zen too. But do you really KNOW who you are?

Let me tell you, you don’t. You THINK you do, just like you think you’d stick to that new year resolution, just like you think you it’s okay to not tell someone of your feelings, just like you think you’ll do it tomorrow. But darling there is no tomorrow.

This is all you have. Your reality is you. You are your reality. The youngest you’ve ever been, the oldest you’ll ever be. It’s today. And even if it looks like a slushy dirty mud filled battle field, this is your Wonderland. Descend into it. And the key to the hole? JUST DO IT.

The only way to escape this moment is to complete it. The only way to win a battle is to fight it. And the only way to really know yourself, is to never think who you are. Just find your reality and fall in love with it. Sometimes, you have to fall down a rabbit hole to get where you need to be.

~REHA

Poetry by Reha, video by Jonathan.

“Delirium” by Reha

~delirium~

i vividly remember –
building castles in air
entering doorways through a light beam
meeting strangers with familiar eyes
i remember it all too well

neither a dream
nor cognitive distortions
maybe this is the world
i’ve always belonged to

where you stamped
the castles, as failures
the doorways, as heartbreaks
the eyes, an ethereal illusion

but darling all this while
you were the moon in delirium
and i the sunlight,
hoping one day
you’d find your own light.

~Reha

“Delirium Design” by Jonathan Falk

Poetry by Reha, picture by Jonathan.

“Silver Linings” by Reha

“Silver Linings” by Jonathan Falk

to the mornings
you struggled
in search of purpose
cheers, for getting a day closer
to the midnights
you ruffled through sheets
instead of sleep
cheers, for feeling the 4am vibes
to the friends
who turned their backs
at times of holding your back
cheers, for finding the real ones
to the places
that remind you
of bittersweet times
cheers, for not crying this time
to sun and rain
to love and pain
cheers,
for still keeping up
through every inch
of thorn
cheers,
for giving yourself
another chance
everyday
cheers,
for never growing too old
to believe in silver linings.

Reha

​”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//

“Another Bloody Twilight” – Reha

“Another Bloody Twilight” by Reha

ANOTHER BLOODY TWILIGHT

Summer had begun,
Like many of those before,
When you rolled on the green grass,
Tossing smiles brighter than the sun.
But then came the stormiest night,
When you shut yourself in the walls,
Tearing apart all your reasons,
To smile, to dream, care and celebrate.

Drawing upon the bright sun,
Strokes of an atrocious purple sky,
Turning the priceless smiles,
Into a canvas of red so vile.
Which looked like a bloody art,
All except Satan would despise.

Yet such crimson skies,
Dawn more than once in a while.
When they rush into the walls,
Of cheerful banter and peace,
And leave by only debris
Of malice bathed in blood.

Numbing every feeling,
Snatching every smile,
They enjoy the screams
And fireworks of red tears,
As the world mourns in silence
Yet another bloody summer twilight.

REHA