he walks down the empty street with a small ukulele on his back eyes down on the concrete watching his own feet drag him forward. you'd think, poor boy, his love left him at the best, what else can hurt a boy so young and he probably sings songs in her memory at nights sitting on his window sill, smoking some cigarettes, burning his lungs like his heart.
the boy stumbles and a diary falls out of his jacket and now you'd think, oh, he must even write poetry, his lover the muse. he bends down to pick up the diary, and something shiny and pointy pokes out of his denims. looking at this you'd think, my poor little boy on his way to kill himself, I must stop him and so rush forward down the stairs, out the front door, with a Bible in your hand.
stop my dear little boy, worry not for God loves us all, throw away that knife and here, take this. you don't know what hit you, but something did and the last you remember is a crucifix in his right hand and the knife in the left, slashing across your throat.
You don't wanna tell how you are feeling beacuse you yourself don't know and i understand that I know there are times when you can't even tell yourself what and why you are feeling like I know sometimes there's confusion about what's all this happening, why the fuck is all this happening to me, And at that moment you don't want anyone to be there but you want someone to be with you, You don't want to tell anyone what you are going through but you want someone to see all this through, You want everyone to fuck off but you also want someone to be with you All this confusion messing with you making you feel lost Amidst all this confusion you feel empty from inside, fighting hard this extreme sense of irritation fucking with your mind Thinking hard about what went wrong, all alone and just wanting to run away from all this, to somewhere, where there is peace, where you can let yourself free, where you can breathe freely without having any weight on your chest There you may still not find answers to what's happening but you will surely forget about all this and for atleast that moment you'll feel some happiness and joy, peace You know human soul have one thing in common with a battery, just like battery powers the phone our soul powers our body but just like battery our soul needs to be recharged too This life and all its challenges are all simple if you see differently but to go through them you have to burn your soul up.There come times when nothing is left to burn, just emptiness which pulls negative things towards it, things which breaks us down and messes with our mind That is when you should let your soul out from this empty cage what your body has become and go out, wander and catch some happiness to fill your soul with, to recharge it to let the fire inside keep burning And you know that your fire just keeps on going off very quickly because your soul burns the brightest and the warmth and the beauty of those majestic flames pulls everyone towards it and being a selfless soul you give them what they want burning yourself a little more, But when it's all empty and quite, when the fire is not burning inside There's no one to put any efforts to spark it all over again and this breaks you even more beacuse no one understands But eventually you do get up and the fire burns again, more intense, more bright with flames raging a storm inside.
This shot was taken from the top floor of #inox Swabhumi, #kolkata . I was looking out from the waiting lounge at the top floor to see Joker. I was very very lucky that day to get the last ticket of the matinee show and when I saw this view through the glass window, I felt myself a little bit luckier than before. The huge #whiteclouds that were spread across the #bluesky partly covered the #brightsun . The light rays, the #greentrees and the #cityscape made the day even more beautiful. To me at least. It was a truly #unforgettableday.
If the world was black and white Oh, it would be such a sore sight Beauty of the nature forgotten This world would become rotten Flowers no more appreciated Paintings no longer created This world would be filled with gloom A curtain of sadness will loom If the world was black and white Nothing is going to be alright