Don’t die with your music still in you.

Every human being has an urge to create, be it a poem,a meal,gardening or a song. But there is an equally opposing force within us that tries to quell this urge, so that we don’t look stupid or face the criticism of those around us.

After reading that Hitler wanted to be a professional artist but he failed the entrance exam to the Academy of fine Arts in Vienna and you know the rest of the story, I wondered how history would have changed if it wasn’t the case.

This urge within us  for creative expression is something we need to pay heed to and create, not to get accolades from the world but as a way to portray the world through your eyes.

Maybe you might get a few people who would like what you do, but in the end it is the joy of creating that gives you a high like nothing else. Instead, we numb that urge to create with distractions and addictions and finally complain that we don’t have time!

Yes, maybe that interest that you have, cannot be made into a full time profession, but nevertheless we need to put it on our priority list and do what we love to do even if it is for a few hours a week.

Everyone of us are equally creative in our own ways, it is our job to find it and give it wings.

If you need more inspiration. A book that would help you to give yourself the encouragement to create is “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Gilbert.

This book is your permission slip to create and leave a part of you in this world when you are not around anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

“U” is for Utopia

An Artist's Path

U is for Utopia

I want to live in a Utopian world. Is there anything wrong with that? People tell me it’s unrealistic and I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But I am not dissuaded. I believe you get what you expect and if you don’t dream big, reach for the moon and the stars, you’ll never get your feet off the ground.

I read a poem recently on a blog from a talented writer/poet named Nimmu. I was so moved by her poem of the perfect world that I asked if I could share it for my Utopia topic, she gladly agreed. So here it is: My Perfect World, by Nimmu.

In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.

In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.

In my perfect world,
Not one human goes…

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Thoughts (A to Z blog challenge)

Do you take your thoughts seriously?

If so I can imagine how your life would be,

riddled with fear and anxiety

life feels like a horror film on eternity

But if you observe very carefully

They are like passing clouds floating endlessly

Dont believe them unnecessarily

For they are not what they seem to be.

Replace them with positivity

whenever it is necessary

Let them float across without touching thee

Being aware of the vicious cycle of negativity

You will see your life turnaround

to a future that is bright and unbound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening (Atoz blog challenge S)

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound’s the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

Author – Robert Frost

 

 

Resistance(A to Z blog challenge – R)

Alarm goes off but my sleepy head wants to snooze some more,

“I am on a diet” I say, and instead stuff my mouth with some chocolate dripping smores

I know I need to exercise to keep healthy and fit

But the comfort of the couch is pain-free and I instead sit

Seeing paint and brushes, I yearn to make art

Remembering my childhood, I glow from my heart

Then I tell myself, It’s not like I’m Picasso, who is going to care.

It’s better to stay the same, instead of provoking glares.

And promise myself, that I will start afresh soon

It’s been twenty years, and I’m yet to find time to do the things I should do

Why is that I resist that which would make me feel good?

Is there a conspiracy again all my “Shoulds”?

I look on my shoulder and see an evil grin,

Telling me I finally found out my evil twin.

I nip him and put him in a box with a tight lid

And say to myself, that I will start today instead.

 

Steven Pressfield  in his book “The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle” says there is a force just like gravity in this universe “Resistance” which restricts us from doing the work that we came here to do. It was nice to finally have a name for all the times, we have not done the things that we know that we should do, but never do it anyway. It comes in many forms he says, as Procrastination, lethargy, excuses and it is our job to recognize it and do that which our heart tells us to do. In the end, at least we are happier that we overcame resistance instead of feeling miserable about all the things we never did.

Questions??? (A to Z Blog Challenge – Q)

Who am I? Why am I here?
Who am I? Why am I here?

In the dark lonely hours when I was with myself,
Questions and nagging doubts got down from the hidden dark shelves.
Where I had stacked them neatly, buried them deeply to prevent the anxiety from taking a hold.

Why am I here? Where did I come from? Who am I?

Stood out one by one before me.
Pointing a finger and asking me not to hide them, but begging me to free them with an answer instead.

I got many books on hold,
Read through the scriptures that were told.
Listened to the teachers who said
They had all the answers in their fold.
Tried many a tricks, followed many a pricks
Felt used and disoriented as I still had no answer to the questions that stood.

As I lay awake in the dark with my heart so heavy,
Deciding finally, to lock those questions tightly.
In the silence of that night I finally heard
A little voice crystal clear.
You are the answer to the questions asked.
Look within and find the spark.
That which pervades this whole wide world,
Is waiting inside for you to unfold.

No master, no books can take you in there,
For you are your own master for your soul to bare.
Sit in silence and watch your own breath
It is as simple as that.

Then you realize beneath the cloud of thoughts on the sky of your SELF
A shining light that is in every flower, every bee and the kelp.

Then you find the peace, the joy, the happiness that you have searched around,
Waiting for you to unlock and for it to unbound!

Prince Charming (A to Z blog challenge – P)

Fairy tales read at bedtime

Told me of a Prince who would complete me in this lifetime

Held on to this dreams and looked out the window,

For the Prince to arrive and take away my sorrow.

Held on to the hope that my Prince would arrive,

And deliver me, from this prison of mine.

Held on to the fantasy that once the Prince enters,

I would be free from my dark tormentor.

My Prince did arrive, I thought I was finally saved

I sighed with relief that I got the love that I craved

Little did I know, that he was looking for the same

Someone to complete him – a dame who would take his name.

Disappointments took me on a quest for the question that still loomed

Why did I still feel incomplete? Am I doomed?

After all the searches the path led me back to me.

There was nothing that I lacked and I was whole and complete.

I was my savior and the answer to my questions in the end,

And my ‘Happily ever after’ began just then.