Tales of Autumn

The wrinkled leaves of Autumn
Trek down their way through the airy paths
The swift and piercing licking of the sunlight through the hazy skies
Orange and red leaves that crunch and cry
With millions of miles to cover the black hood keeps passing by
Every face that carries a different story, some with neigh some with glory
There's a noise in the air, parched and disconcerted
The newly born keep closed their eyes, sleep with daunting pride
Even through the moving of huge monster like carriers
You can see the mist descending
Birds that hover by, in a silent rhythmic resonance
People clothed in orange, some wrapped in white
Melodic faces of kids painted with irreplaceable smiles, their eyes bursting with joy
TBC...

Stop it, please, blehh

Headache and nausea please go away. Just please. Me getting ditched doesn't make me cry like you -do. Just stop! .-. 

Fractured

All I can think of doing is listening to Fractures by Mortals and Skipping Stones by Clair De Lune on a loop. Its just unbearable. Too much, even for me.....

Defining and Defying

Treading through this pathway, I contemplate. I just don't feel the need to review some stuff anymore. I mean all that worrying? Pointless and a mere speck of dirt in the distant time, ahead of now at some point. You might get laughed at, for this. Summoned for not doing what you're supposed to do.But ask yourself, do you do what you do, just for the sake of doing it for others or for creating something that will stay forever? It is our goal to satisfy human beings in certain way as professionals. But have we ever thought of nurturing that desire, that urge that brought us here? Some might even say you're running in circles. Does it really matter? The keenness to just create not for the sake of delivering but just for the sake of creation and looking at it. That isn't constrained to any boundaries and a thing you have done for the creation it becomes afterwards. What we study, in this world, per se is not really liberal arts as we perceive it. We still study definitions and see how others look at various things. Yes, that is rudimentary to our intellectual growth and surmounts the inability to form a basic opinion about something but then again our thoughts don't constitute as something really pure. You still are restricting an individual to the basic level and to a certain boundary. Is there a rule in this world to adhere to any particular thing? I don't think so. This may sound obnoxious but really, just think about it. When we give freedom to explore and to ponder upon something we reach lengths we didn't fathom about the slightest bit. There is not really a defining thing, sentence or words, paragraphs or words, even alphabets that can define design or anything that exists. Talking particularly about the basics, principles, I might not be a competent authority and am not really at that point to form a justified and sordid opinion about this, however I do stand with my opinions... Nobody has told you to stick to a certain thing. Go about it, as you deem necessary and the way that makes you understand. Break sticks, beat a trunk with your hands, hit glass with your shoes. There's miles to go.. It's Limitless.

I will go on about this, further. Its a never ending debate. But at the moment, I have to leave.. 

Notoriously Deserted

Even flowers wilt near me, huh?

Will upload the photo later. 

Treat yourself! Always

Whoa. I just downloaded like a couple of fonts, in fact lots of them from www.dafont.com. After the texture-typography project, am I just not in love with it? Oh, yes, I am. We had to trace photographs that depicted, ourselves at our home, work and in dreams.

Then yesterday, I was just treading through the empty classroom looking at our work, thinking and thinking. How far we have come. How different and quite it is, the room that we dwell in the whole week, everyday for about +8 hours. How sometimes, people can be under one roof and yet so.. different and distant at times....
The two days we got off for Muharram, I watched Pan and God of Egypt. Terrific movies! I'm glad I treated myself to those. I have now fallen in love with Egyptian history not just the story of Ra and Horus, but their craftsmanship. And hieroglyphs we are studying in history. Wrote our names in them. Felt like whirling back to the time of scribes and all. I started this super huge book about Egypt at the library, its pretty long but I'll read through, time to time.

Now, my baby is here with me and taking capturing my Calligraphy work with mums camera. My phone lies beside me, waiting for me to crack in the vault, this game I play.. Talking Tom Gold Run. He just loves it. And well, I really find it cool too lol. I have been feeling weird though as in, something with my insides I guess. Nauseous and up-to-the-throat. Near my chest.. I didn't eat anything other than homemade food. Hopefully, it'll go away. Like our Calligraphy's instructor said, you must take care of your heart. And, we, often don't. There's a play coming up! Anxious to see it.

October is coming

Everything seems to fall in pieces. I just have to relax and see everything with clarity. Positivity brings out the best in you in worst of the times so yeah. I guess need to stick to that. We must feel good even if the cosmos is compelling us to feel bad because worrying is pointless. Screaming is useless. Regretting is derailing. I'm enjoying what I'm studying. Photography is serene is as always. I've find nice folks to spend my time with albeit nobody like that, like you can connect with them instantly and they just read your mind. I'm enjoying working on the softwares too, its not hard as it seemed. With the upbeat music flaring up, it creates a relishing aura to work in. We've customized our desks too or well, I have. I've placed my puss in boots, doggy and Mr. Mobo (I'll call it that from today). A welcome party is coming up, I'm thinking of singing for it. Your voice, after all brings it all out. You can vent out in the beautiful of the ways that exist. I put up black lip color for a project we have to do with our personalities. Felt like having some black wings and I'd have felt. ..... Lol. There was this box of dvds, series and movies stashed in the department in the morning. Got myself, Downton Abbey and Continental drift!

Crazies

When words loose their meaning and when gaze doesn't work out, the only resort left to stick to is by the means of bullets or so I have perceived. I mean, okay. Whoa. This is a huge explosive statement. Nonetheless, we need to find some means of getting our message through those stone headed cracked skulls. They just don't get it, do they?! Why is this frickin world so ignorant? Self-absorbed, insolent and apathetic crazies.

Why do people peek? Is it really that hard to keep it to yourself? Do you have to be notoriously cracked to put on a show? Why isn't respecting others privacy a thought that we feel alienated to, when exposed to it. A person has a private territory, a personal space that has to be respected and adhered to. One feels a certain calm and..

Hello! I am not dead. Just lost in design, Juhi Pallasmaa (not the person but the book), Will Grayson and Zeliha and of course, the pretty little liars! (Albeit they are not) See you. Bye