How you lose a dream?

Have you ever felt like you lost a dream?

The dream of shiny little eyes, the dream that seems to happen last night. The dream happened to you as a kid who didn’t the know world like today you did. Just like a crazy ride where you wanted to do things to make it alive.

The dream for which those shiny little eyes aspired and the whole world denied. When you wake every morning and you just wanted to finish school as soon as possible to work on that dream.

It was like a promising Paradise, everything nice and wise.

But as we grow up, it starts getting faded, the paradise is now converting into bricks and mortar of responsibilities, the crazy dreams chiseled into career goals is the reality, the dream to change the world is now just a mellow Instagram Post.

And soon you can’t see the dream, the paradise, the layers are getting eliminated, we feel its all fated. The broader the view of world, the smaller and blurred getting beam, that’s how you lose a dream!

Mirror Mirror, Where’s the Mask!

Little did we knew we were given masks since we're born
Acting like a essential wear kit, each to fit in wherever you want
Each for different occasions, wear it flaunt it, fit in
Just so easy

We took this hamper of easy life
Changing it every while;
Those masks help you walk in the society
And easily see eye to eye;
and announcing same goals, same success, same
feelings and same old vibe.

We started loving the idea of fitting in 
without even realizing ;
Until one day the mask kit got lost
And you asked 
Mirror mirror, where's my mask
Mirror said, 'can't you walk one day without? he asked.

Terrified soul choked to Answer, too afraid
to be real and get Unmasked
Holding that dark dread reality and unable to show the
face.
Acting, hiding, and slipping inside the case.

Only one day when the show will be over and they will realize
How a soul beneath the mask already died inside!

Where I Dwell

It was dead dark, I fell

It was rough bark, I held

It’s a story unheard, I tell

I took deep breath, I propel

Looked down but not dispel

It’s a cocoon of love, I dwell

When I came out and Rebel

I got bruised, I yell

It’s a story unheard, I tell

I picked myself from that hell

It was a bad day, I compel

I went back to cocoon, I dwell

I was scared, I retell

When it was dead dark, I fell

I looked back to my trail

I was strong survivor of that dell

Realised Darkness wasn’t the reason I fell

Lack of light, well

I made my own lights and bell

Wind chimes and music, I sell

It’s cocoon of love I dwell.

⁃ Anupriya

Designers : the jokers of real life

Depression and anxiety are those elements that makes us do something great. Probably we create to let people escape from the dilemmas, anxiety, fuss, and all the clutter they have in their life. To be an entertainer for the real world.

What about us. There is lot more behind that entertainment.

Depression is the only drug that artist and designer take to cure the world around. We are putting tremendous effort to bridge the emotions, of layman which goes unrecognised and unreported.

I discovered recently that anxiety is embedded in the process of achievement, we are being pushed into that state and when we come out of that zone ..Tada…We have something creative in our hands, Or if not, we are in the loop. Loop of Anxiety. So now you will ask what is loop of Anxiety,obviously! So here’s an definition that I developed. Depression can be triggered by multiple nuisance that we create in our life on your own! “Taking problems and finding solution” we pick problems on our own and approach with our suits on. First attempt : brainstorming…second : reaching out to different approaches third: figuring if that’s practical fourth: not satisfied with what we came up with, this is that stage where it start to seed. Fifth: hell ya I can do it .sixth: can I do it?Or Am I most worthless person to ever exist seventh: numb eight: I am so depressed I am not able to do it ..ninth: Fuck it, let’s Netflix and chill …tenth: dude it’s not satisfactory, why am I getting anhedonic( who doesn’t enjoys anything)…even Netflix can’t chill me…eleventh: back to work too close to deadline. Twelvethe : something is coming from the blues…wait.let the smoke disappear …ohh See that’s creativity. Took too long to come. …and that is the decisive stage, if that smoke isn’t getting any clearer the loop of Anxiety goes on. It fucks you like anything. You’re depressed because you just wasted time, in which you probably can get wasted. You’re depressed because niether you achieved anything nor you catched up your plans in the bucket list. You’re depressed because no one acknowledged your hard work and emotional rollercoaster that you went through in the process. You are depressed because you’re stuck. You’re depressed because while trying to fix everything you just broke yourself. while working for making a difference in the world, you sort of created the difference from the world, you’ve got love to give but sadly you’re too far to love- again Depression. We are living in that parallel world where we can share the end products of creativity, but not the process and struggles. Simply because it’s not worth listening for the people we create. Here comes an exemplar, the joker, what he does he wear that happy mask, pretending to be happy, making people happy, letting them escape from materlistic world. We see the performance, enjoy it. Behind the scenes, hardly any fucks given to it. Anxiety knocks again. So where is vent to let it all out. And all of a sudden you reminisceJohn Keats “ A thing of beauty is a joy forever “.

You again get involved in making something more majestic than the previous.

Hence, Loop of Anxiety turns into loop of creativity.

Spring

The hesitated tints of Green,

Joyous charisma of Yellow,

Vermillion boldly declared its dominance

Indeed its spring knocking at winter’s door!

The day when we can enjoy little pleasures; 

The day when we stop to chase materialistic life ;

The same day we will blessed with all happiness in life .

The day when twinkle of stars will be more precious ;

The day when owning a private jet seems worthless ;

The same day we will be satisfied no matter what .

The day when all attachments will be proved illusory ;

The day when we stop chasing pleasure of greatness ;

The same day we will realize our lives were no such mess .

The day when our goals are not more ‘ours’ ;

The day when we introspect ourselves ;

The same day we’ll find world a better place .

The day when we learn the art of living ;

The day when sacrifice will do wonders than owning ;

The same day we’ll learn the simplest trick of living .

The  day when we’ll know the purpose we are here ;

The day when mansions and bunglow will seem a bait mere ;

The same day a sudden sense of mental peace will be there.

The day when we have no complains with ourselves ;

The day when we accept and love what we are ;

The same day our mind and soul will end up the war .

Melancholy

Strokes brimming with grief; 

Humanity got divorced from sigh of relief.

Air of mournfulness spreading the gloom ;

Sometimes , I feel like we are embracing the day of doom. 

Surrounded by the graves of the humanity;

Bloodsheds and wars proclaiming their victory. 

Selling their weapons in the name of the religion. 

Sadist don’t know that definition. 

Dire picture and aching melody; 

I yelled my heart , here ,  in this elegy ;

O LORD OF DEATH ! 

Don’t give your throne to the sinister ; 

Suffocating love and peace can’t even whisper. 

– ANUPRIYA