We keep hearing about the booming creator economy, about brand new unicorns, about the dozen new features on each platform. But the reality is that all of these things actually just empower the big shots in the industry- people who already have tens of thousands of followers and a unique brand image in place. But what about the rest of the creators?
Poets have withered their souls, endeavoring to answer the inevitable question: What is love? Women have peeled off skin, men have broken bones, and mothers have given up – flesh and blood – to relay to their oblivious offspring what it could possibly mean. Painters paint the sky when they talk of love, as the sunshine dances on leaves of the tallest trees. Is it love, a little sapling longing for dashes of rays in a dense dark forest? Or is it the gratifying belongingness of a river racing towards to the sea? Yes, everyone breathes and that is enough to survive, to live in a limited way. Love lets you feel alive in abundance, as though the wind rushes and gushes in parts of you that you couldn’t reckon before. I am just another being - shattering in pieces - fathoming the unfathomable. I dream of a day when I will be closer to know, understand and experience love deeply. So far, I have learnt that in scattering away, in dispersing the obsessive notions of self, I find myself alongside love. Where there is less of me, there is more space for love to breathe. I believe that love is not a fleeting emotion, it is a place to be.
Do light bulbs in late-night offices look like stars to the sky? Do the heavens wonder where the burning is coming from?
Hazy nights and murky skies, clouds all covered high something's wrong, it is all dark; maybe the sun in shy.
Holding so ever back Smiling so ever fact I haven't faced myself Since the last time I blinked courage to be a writer Feelings to be further Motivation to be a poet Passion to then further Black Lotus: surfaced.
This is not a lull before the storm; there is no darkness lurking in hindsight. This is not a forbidden fruit; there is no impending sin I will pay for. This is not a tolling bell; there is no morbid death of hope tonight.
We live in our catastrophes every day, we all face it alone, some are born in a crowd but destined to be alone, to care but not be cared for, to give but not be given, to be for others but not for themselves, they are the souls hung out to dry in the sun We care, we love, we devote, yet we get a void, an emptiness which seldom fills, a disease with no cure.
This is the story of Rakesh and Aditi who live in most of our homes. The spark, the stolen giggles, the secret eye contacts, the romance, the small talks, everything, that held them together during their courtship and growing fondness had fizzed out. Love was in the air, literally, but heavily polluted.
The sunrays illuminated a part of the corridor. Her hazelnut eyes glistened as she watched him cross the road.
Someday when my days are done, And all the threads are burnt, Remember me for the light I gave you, And the masquerade of warmth.
Writing poems on your scars, I glorified every inch of your existence devouring blood like oxygen, you filled my veins with resistance building up walls against each shot, like a sanctuary in a war zone - you could put the colosseum to shame, a haven of stories of your own.
Strangled by the cobwebs of emotions I was struggling to breathe. I got up in a haste to quench the thirst of validation depriving me of self-love. Slowly, undressing myself I could see the bruises that I bore as a prized possession. Standing tall in the warm shower of early winters I saw my body shining as if basking in the reflected glory of my failures. The woman that I have grown to be harbors the heart of a child. She is a spiritual woman and a healer. She has known no other way than to love like a river, merging into the ocean of mindfulness. She screamed and now she roars.
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Platform For Artists is a community organisation with 30,000 artists across the country. It was founded in April 2017, since then it has been able to connect with artists from 25 cities across India. These artists include - writers, designers, painters, photographers, dancers, singers, musicians, hip-hop artists, magicians, chefs, handicraft artists, and people with other creative interests. Some of the major flagship projects launched by us are PFA Art All Night, PFA Art Getaway, PFA Exhibition, PFA workshops, PFA Open Mic, UNSEEN and UNREAD.
