~TO, MY LITTLE GIRL~

reference credits:galaxy flower crown girl.by  Qinni

Thought I’d be there when you will be so young…

Your crying would stop at night when only I will sing the song.

Every time the last period end; you’ll find me to tell the fair journey of today.

And the first bite of the cake will be mine at your every birthday..

I’ll be there with meal when you are hungry…..

Your mistakes will turn down cause I’ll be there to get angry.                    When you will choose the your life..

When you will chase your dreams.

Thought I’ll be the one who will taught you to be a wife .

And also the only one in your wedding to  flow the tear streams..

Never will loose the touch with you because of the distance.

Never would thought without you there will be my existence.

Permanently when you are settled I’ll be the one to embarrass you.

But never would allow my little girl’s hands to let go.

Grow old with your midlife crisis

And relive the childhood with your kids.

Die with a happy tears of purity…

Expecting you to live a long maturity.

See I’m holding you .
when you are just a minutes or few

Now I’m writing these expected reality to you.

What was my future now became my dream.

The reality became my nightmare as it screams.

They don’t know what are they asking for

Part of me which belongs to you my little girl.

Heart has a very difficult brain to understand.

It builds you a royal castle , made out of sand.

picture credits:@Ritajapatranabish

Last words with you would be my lesson of your own language.

Before I take a leave from this strange life stage.

But when you can read please listen to me dear.

You are the most precious gift, I’ll bless you from up here

So take my dream and make it you wish ……

Live a long life and do whatever you please.

Cause only in that way I can be with you every single day.

From this lit up night ,till your last birthday..

Love ,your Mom

~STUPID LIFE | THEN LEAD IT THAT WAY~

"Fly like you are living don't live like you are dying"
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Protect me oh! Lord.....From the rules and obsessive love,Want to be hated want to be absurd
Broken and curved
I will wear it like a blessing from above.
Shredded like paper  by the life
Feel so awaken and alive
So don’t protect me from the problems
Just secure me from resemblance
I will work hard on stupidity;
Grow my spirit to extreme insanity.

Stopped  at the end ….where is the fun when you can’t start again.

Where is the reason in your smile when you can’t grow again.

Roads are still there , starting point is waiting here.

But where are the men who suppose to begin here.

I know ….Searching for the path

No wonder where they are.

Someone is asleep and dreaming a road;
Someone has lost his power of control;
Someone is cutting the roots.
Apparently everybody is lost in the woods.
Foolish people roaming with the bear
Making the path ignoring the thoroughfare.
Thinking and finding a new shortcut to the finish line
End up running away from the start and just flying blind.

I love the path that seems so stupid.

Because there is a laughter in every minute.

Straight flaws are the safest risk.

Cause there is a thought of purity in it.

So do something stupid ,often in every step.

Cause it might be worst but it will be the best.

©Dayeetachaudhuri

I tried and lead

And trust me when I say it’s a need.

It may be causing the lost of your mind.

But definitely will fill your heart with delight.

Buy the most expansive when you are broke.

Enjoy the same cheap food when you have a crore.

Push the middle ground to coincide the ultimate.

Own the moment you found before the credit goes to the fate.

Everyone will say your life will be a joke.

well take it as a compliment and again write the book.

because when it all over 

promise it will end with the "Happily ever after".

read the the pages stating from the cover 

              you'll find every chapter filled with laughter.

~" IMAGINATIONS "~

"When we are asleep in this world we awake in another"
~SALVADOR DALI
©Dayeetachaudhuri

The day you first open your eyes and see the world , you start seeing the Reality , with the eyes wide open you look around , you see things , you learn. But then comes a time, when you learn about the world you can see with your eyes closed . They are dreams ,known to be the place where one can live one’s wishes . But  when you open your eyes , you find yourself in a different but familiar world . You live here , walk here, laugh here, cry here . You  make wishes in this real world that may listen to every wish you have ever made but they never come true. Whereas, the world of dreams always has a lot to give. Here our wishes come true  and there is a lot to smile about and you can feel it with your soul . But you know what…. Dreams are lies. 

They make you feel like you are finally living your fantasies   ,your wishes , you are finally satisfied and feel peace ...... they lie. You can  never be there . They take you to different places and once it is over you cannot feel it or see it ever again . Here’s what’s funny about the real world , it never changes . Here we cannot experience the satisfaction we get in the dreams or in nightmares . Yes , I have a little different definition about nightmares . Usually , when it is a bad horrible dream . we name it nightmare , but think again . Aren’t nightmares the realities we don’t want to go back to ?

They are real thoughts that disturb you , makes you see things you don’t want to see . but same are the dreams . They make you see what you want to happen , what you makes you happy .

 We are never in deep sleep while we dream . Our subconscious mind is active and you travel to your land of bucket list. Here somebody wants to be on a magic carpet , somebody wants a Ferrari and somebody only smiles for finally  having a roof over his head. Not in reality but still, different soul finds there inner peace in there wishes. The coolest thing about dream is  while you are dreaming you forget about the cry, the stress, the fight, the mess , the tear and pain you face in real world . From a little kid to an old man and even a moribund heart on a hospital bed , dream . They dream of ecstasy , love and laughter . We dream small, we dream big . And sometimes we ask ourselves “ will they ever come true ?”

Sometimes this hope this wish makes us feel heartbroken ,when we realize , we will never make it to the place we want to see, never meet the person we want to meet, never can turn back time to live the beautiful moments we cherished with the loved one , then everything seems to fade away . But we still hope , we embrace the happiness ,afterall  the heart wants what it wants. Because , it is the wish even you don’t know when you made , back in your mind you kept thinking of it wanting to be true . Dreams are weird , they not always make sense . The piece of heart you leave in everything , every
person you find desirable guides you to your dream .

But what if the dreams which are in your eyes but they are gone the moment you fall asleep . What would it be like if you never had good dreams when you sleep ? What if there are only nightmares that chase you and its only dark when close the eyes ? Sometimes, there are screams ,cruelty and horror you see and they jolt you back from sleep every night .

 "Sometimes you  need to close your eyes
to see whats inside you."

 It is scary and you feel helpless because every night  you think what if you see them again ? And the dark land of nightmares keeps on torturing you . The cruel faces of the ones you are scared of or the bloody night where you still remember yourself running from those lowlives. The disappointments, weakness , hopelessness hurt you brutally when everybody else is asleep . They feed on your fear . Make you feel alone even in a crowded place . It take s over the brain and even serotonine does not help you anymore . Then you become vulnerable and that is a nice and easy victory for the fear .

 One cannot run from the reality or the things that cause the panic in a feeble mind   . Instead one should teach oneself how to fight the fright. It is okay if we cannot live  a life as happy and perfect as dreams are , there always will be ups and downs , will be uphill journey that involves failure and obstacles for existence , everywhere on this strange planet . But we should not live with the terror and let it live with us . 

~| PARALLEL TO THE MOON |-

©Dayeetachaudhuri

Sparkling in the night..

That brightness of color, white.

The lone ranger of the time...

Strangled by glorious gray, mystery of tide...

Risen with a high pride...

Riding the stars tonight.

When it arrived with silver shine..

ripped through the east coast spreading like Divine 

Higher and higher up in the sky;

Where the eye reaches at a painful sigh.

Reflection in her tear drop was nothing but power... 

Power of Almighty's feelings of devour... 

The stranger of the sky became her strength of life. 

Used the legend where the moon held her revenge... 

All that she had been through;

All that she lost.

All the anger she grew;

In exchange of a ultimate cost. 

The full moon reminds her of the night. 

When there was no one but a monster at her sight. 

Oh! It was a mask of glory shining like sun. 

Who knew touch of this star will also leaves a burn.

The full moon reminds her of the state. 

Where she put herself in.. Too deep to redefine her fate. 

Everything she desired was there in her very own sun   

but never expected how the life turned. 

The thief of her heart tore her life apart. 

She was just a ghost who was barely living a life atmost . 

Then that night came across 

she ran away breaking through the door.

Since then she had no light, no spark;

Just followed the road in the dark..

14 days later when the same night came…

she realized that it is her own actions needs to be blamed.

The full moon reminds her that she was brave.

Faith brought her back to the cave.

The sun was still there

But this time she was prepared

The.. Burn in her eyes.

The beauty of her delights

Even faded the blinding shine of star.
The full moon reminds her of the sunset.
she roared the truth and wrote her own fire.
"I will also rise in the east as you will set in the west.
you will be the source of my shine 
But admiration will be mine.
Hold your inevitable power... But no one will dare to look at you."
"I will be happy with the mortal beauty..,
 As every time I will be something new
.And when you'll celebrate my absence.. 
I will rise again
with the equal tarnished presence"

CHOICES | GAMBLE OF LIFE

"Stars In your multitudes,
Scarce to be counted;Filling the darkness"
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Piece of some countless memories 

I forgot in the way;

Maybe it’s the sacrifice for the 

endless success I pray.

Now every night when I count the stars;

There are so many familiar faces that appears.

Putting myself in front of everything

would bring me ultimate joy , I thought

but what about the stories that meant nothing

what about the names I forgot.

It was a sunny day when I left home,

It was my mind that kept me so stubborn.

Pointless arguments that I made with myself;

But looking back it was

 truly a day of darkness......

Following my heart seemed so right to me.

I never looked back at the  nest I flee.

There was no glimpse of confusion;

Up until I felt it was the mind

 that kept the heart in illusion.

The sins that I made, I seek for forgiveness;

So I came under the star at my time of blindness.

Here I am; waiting for my price to receive.....

But oh lord! There is no one left to forgive.

How a simple truth can make life, a lie

That everybody I left has been departed from life

What a punishment I have to bear

 through my whole existence.

As there is nobody here to miss my absence

"Choose your present by looking at the past 

that can surely glory your future.

Oh! Tiny little star.

How you wonder where you are

Fallen from the sky with utmost delight

So why do you ever cry

Is it the change of your sight?

 Or the sadness of night?

I see the stairs to the heaven front of me

Rising up in the sky …..to the place where it should be

Taking each steps I realize the play

It is leading to the bottom where there are souls who slay

End of the line …..I heard a thousands of chanting bell

Now I see my destination  ,

It’s the open door of hell!!!

Leaving the world behind to chase your dream follows greater consequences than a person can bear,

So if it is the ultimate goal that you want then wait and prepare yourself for every possible situation and every possible outcome that you have to leave.Most importantly judge it with an immense sense of mind is it really worth losing what you deserve as a human being.Time passes and  regrets remain unchanged .It can not be reversible at a point of time.So choose your present by looking at the past that can surely glory your future.

Love's Last Letter |

To,

A Broken Heart

When you thought you owned my heart I said I was scared to fall in love again. Faith and hope passed me by. You fooled the heart when you touched your lips. The gentle feel that ran through the chest, the magical kisses I felt on the waist.  You said I tasted like the old wine, was best to drink for the whole night. I gave life to your thirsty soul.

 Darling, that was all you needed. I became the same bottle you opened every night and enjoyed the pleasure of the same old wine. Waited by my phone all day long for the voice that  never talked to me ,waited for those texts that never brought a smile, longed for the care that you barely showed, baby, they made me mad.

 Never wanted to argue, never meant to start a war. Didn't wanna break a heart, didn't wanna tear us apart. I put you up so high with my love, you stoop down so low. You carefully hid the triumph of your lust behind the truth you faked in your eyes.

 Tried to walk away, but you hit so hard. You threw me, you tied me, I fought you, you hurt me. Hated the blame games that gave the scratches, the bruises underneath my skin. Burns of cigarettes and broken bottles never worried you. But, the wars had to stop. We came to an end.

Now I am free from the constant pain. Free from the yelling and condemning for the reasons I've never understood.  But that day, you laid hands on me, burnt the memories we made, where the heart slowly died, you let me burn, you let me bleed....you lost what once you owned.

Baby, I'm never coming back. You thought you conquered the pride. You cannot put me down, you cannot lock me in. You cannot beat this storm into submission.

If you are the beast whom I left forever, then I'm happy to break a heart.

But still the night scares me. It is just the scars that burn. The scars, they tell the tale of how I healed.

It is just another silence that cries with me. The pale moon gleams on the words poured in just another paper.

This is just another goodbye.

Yours,

The name you never asked

TODAY'S JOURNAL KNOWLEDGE | Mistakes are beautiful.

~Make a mistake Expensive ~

CHECK OUT THE VIDEO OF MY TODAY'S ART DOWN THIS POST. 👇

Art journaling comes to mind where the basic art is needs to be portrayed. If you are afraid of getting your paintings or your thoughts to be projected then journaling is the most easiest way to practice it. As I prefer painting rather than the thoughts in my journal I always start with my paintings to build a context for my writing.

Basically for beginners painting on a journal is always very hectic because of the limited amount of frame and getting the page sections correctly. So for those who don’t want any of the limitations ..just take a sheet of a sketch paper and measure how bigger or how smaller you want to create your art in the page of the journal and simply paint or draw in that sketch book paper . Then rest of it is simple as you can always attach it to your journal where ever you like….

• You need to be prepared :

For the starting of an art journal ..I personally recommend watercolor or basic lighter acrylic colors.....thus this two types of colors can really hold out your paintings  in between the writings or thoughts and more importantly these two are really easy to use. In the process of painting remember not to overdo it. Things get really messy when you start to trough several colors to it.Try to keep it simple and soothing to your eyes.

.....Waterfalls are significance of freedom....
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Mistakes are great :

Finding the right amount of inspiration is one of the most trickiest things ,

But today I found mine in a way where most people give up. Mistake, that’s right I found my inspiration when I painted a tree in blue. It was really ugly from the point I was watching. But in a certain way I tried to recover it. I shared it with a friend and something she said will stuck in my head for life. She said that everything I do by mistake makes it more special and more beautiful in her eyes.

That made me think exactly the point of all these art journal. Do not afraid to Take chances, I realized that I just have to look from the different angle and it will be nicer, better and most important part of your art.

Then here what I did ,I just added more mistakes to give it company and after all it is my imagination..that is why painting is a freedom, you can do anything ,does not have to make sense at all.

Then using my watercolor I created a small painting of a waterfall far away from the mountains in the valley of rocks. Turns out my mistakes made me better at painting trees.

I attached it to the journal and started to fill it with one of the most important lesson I learned from my friend.

“Some of the Best things  in life are the  Mistakes”

To project the freedom of the valley I researched and found.

’A study reveals that living in a place from where you can see the water can reduce psychological  stress ,because viewing color blue have a calming effect regardless of age.’

Here what I achieved from all the mistakes.....

"We are only a moment"©Dayeetachaudhuri