Lost Love Saga

  New eve new love White flakes brown shrubs Sun dwindles children mingles It’s a happy day Smiles are shining Beauty is lurking Still, the heart is sad the lack is vast colossal & heavy Body is depressed and these eyes are suppressed chalky-white with a wild-rest How this void will be filled That’s the

Wabi Sabi: aesthetic appreciation of poverty

Nothing lasts, nothing is finished and nothing is perfect. We aspire for perfection- a neat, symmetrical and proportionate creation. We crave for these characteristics. This is how a thing gains beauty, we say. But we rarely halt and appreciate the imperfection. We seldom like to bear down the effort and discover beauty in those hidden