Afaaqui

09/05/2024

My Dearest,

As I pen down these words, I can't help but pour out the ocean of emotions that reside within the depths of my heart. In the labyrinth of love, I find myself entangled, lost in the maze of your presence, yet seemingly distant from your affection.

In the tapestry of our story, I find myself cast as the lone protagonist, wandering through the corridors of longing, adorned with the threads of unrequited love. Like the moonlight that yearns to touch the earth, I find myself reaching out to you, only to be met with the cold embrace of indifference.

In the symphony of our silence, echoes the melody of my unspoken words, reverberating through the chambers of my soul. Each beat of my heart whispers your name, each sigh carries the weight of my longing, yet you remain oblivious to the symphony that plays in the recesses of my being.

In the garden of our dreams, I find myself tending to the flowers of hope, watering them with the tears of my unspoken desires. Yet, like the petals that wither in the absence of your gaze, my efforts go unnoticed, lost in the vast expanse of your indifference.

What is love, if not a bittersweet symphony of joy and pain, of longing and loss? It is the fire that burns within, consuming the soul with its fervor, yet it is also the storm that rages within, tearing apart the very fabric of our existence.

But amidst the chaos of my emotions, amidst the storm that rages within, there lies a flicker of hope, a ray of light that pierces through the darkness of my despair. For in the depths of my soul, I know that love, true love, transcends the barriers of time and space, transcends the boundaries of the physical realm.

So, my dearest, as I lay my heart bare before you, as I pour out the essence of my being in these words, I pray that you may see beyond the veil of my silence, that you may hear the whispers of my heart, and that you may understand the depth of my love for you.

For in the tapestry of our story, amidst the threads of longing and loss, there lies a love that is pure, a love that is eternal, a love that knows no bounds.

With all my love.

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Artwork :

05/06/2021

Years ago,

There lived a girl

who got her warmth from the sun

every night, stars became her fireflies

and she was cherished by the moon.

swinging and singing with every passing breeze,

climbers and trees became her hair

got flowers and drupes as colorful hairpins.

She had deep black eyes, black diamonds

brows like mountains

veins were full of rivers,

some flowed into her heart to the deep blue ocean.

clouds became her crown,

somedays they were rained down

just to come back stronger the next day around.

She gathered jewels, medicines, minerals

and much more secrets,

waiting to be revealed in some ways.

She danced with the birds chirping,

thundered with the cry

blessed everyone with monsoon

and, offered the magic with seasons.

She was prosperous, she was happy

now she was a mother,

but one day, her kids started to fight

naming it fighting for the rights.

she gave up her jewels, pearls, and diamonds

yet, they didn't stop fighting,

Years passed,

she kept losing her hair like being in chemotherapy,

slowly, her veins were dried and the ocean got clogged in plastic

black diamonds were dug out

as the vision got foggy and asthmatic.

Now she cries often, it floods

she repelles with tornadoes

with screams like erupting volcanoes

and somedays she is just quiet for long, as the draughts.

It's time that we wake up and apologize

for all the pain and suffering,

Give back all the love she's been missing

start respecting our mother earth

and behave like her earthlings.

-Madhu Chhanda

26/05/2021

We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. Happy Buddha Purnima🌸🙏
Artwork by Quirkyart.

09/05/2021

That's what we call a mother

A very fine day I heard gods say,
"You will be sent to a world below"
I asked them to name me one thing,
that I could never ignore either follow.
All smiled before one spoke,
"Someone precious awaits you dearly"
Now that I know, what they meant,
Let me share the same, a beautiful story.
Like two sides of a simple coin,
I met a lady as sweet as she is bitter.
Like this world gave me several shades,
I am still unwrapping this precious gift.
How many times do I see her in a day?
A mere number would never be enough.
I feel the security in her arms,
A smell of home in her skin,
Assurance as she always gives.
I guess that's what we call a mother.

By pakhi
Pic by Kashish

08/01/2021

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07/09/2020

Pencil sketch of by - .pillai

07/09/2020

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05/09/2020

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05/09/2020

Me: What does E - M - P - T - Y sounds?
Love: Empty.
Me: Then what does, M - P - T - Y sounds?
Love: Empty.
Me: Ok, finally what does M - T - Y sounds?
Love: It still sounds empty. What do want to say.
Me: Trying to explain my life without you love.

- inked_solace7

Artwork by -

05/09/2020

Decision is in your hands,
Make a perfect selection which will stay.
Crowded unnecessarily?
T'will drag you into a vast confusion,
Just be a simplistic person,
Just let your audience to be eternal by relying on you.


Caption by -
Artwork by - ._

05/09/2020

The forenoon

Traveling behind ,
Saw some hint of dawn,
Mountains and hills ,
Greenary Nd trees ,

Turns and puddles,
Mud in huddles,
Greyish the sky ,
On very step the rain lie,

Rain drops on the mirror,
But again I saw the dawn ,
Lying with orangish clouds ,
Down the roads are brown ,

Going forward ,
And again change of colour,
Splendid the pink,
Repeat switch with one blink...

Penned by :-




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05/09/2020

Doodle art done with different details by -

05/09/2020

Dear Stranger,
I know life has been tough for you. You loved with all your heart but that was never returned to you.
I know that deep down, the way they changed has affected your mental peace and that whenever isolated, there are endless tears unless you stay in denial.
Life is another name of ups and downs is what everybody says. But when it comes to you, I know you feel like there are a lot of and mainly downs because of which you treat yourself as good for nothing.

But know that, the night is the darkest just before dawn. When you haven't given up yet, why give up now? You loved, you cared and you made it clear that you are the empathetic one. They didn't, it is their loss. Not everybody is gifted with the power to love without getting love in return.
You are gifted. Have faith! Trust your karma and the Almighty above.
One day, all the love shall be showered upon you!
Believe for no one bears the pain unless he or she is about to have the most beautiful rose with them.

It shall all change for better.
Keep moving.

And know that somewhere in the world, there is a person who wishes nothing else but love and peace for you!

Yours,
Well Wisher

-

Sketch by -

05/09/2020

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17/08/2020

Our friend and group member ratnaparkhi
Got his poem filmed
Congratulations to him!

16/08/2020

Music video by - vivek agnihotri

15/08/2020

A country I am proud of,
The glory it possess across.
The fragrance of this freedom,
Lies within every Indian.
Remembrance of the sacrifices,
Couldn't be washed at any price.
The pride is within young and old,
With passing years as country moulds.
Making it better and new everyday,
Let's pledge come what may!

Written by - batul
Drawn by - hansen

14/08/2020

*Dead Garden*

Less of roses, more of thorns
Stargazers of lilies tampered by all,
Weeds hugging the daffodils so tight
They can't dance in the breeze blowing by.

Grasses have outgrown the sunflowers,
The oak tree is no more a bower-
To us.
The spring lies all covered in mosses
Doesn't pour a fountain thus.

The pennies lie at the bottom of the dried well
Our wishes bade us farewell.
The soaring walls still remain
The ones you built
Forriben to breach,
To protect the garden we held so dear
Before we faded
And love no more rained.

Written by -Jinee
Drawn by - purnakshi

14/08/2020

Hello there!
Presenting an amazing art by
- tithi banerjee

09/08/2020

You were a soulful person
when I met you,
Deep regrets I can
never forget you.

Day so bright but you
held your guard down,
You never expressed
the cause of your frown.
I spent nights thinking of
you and just reclined around.

In the piece of paper you penned
it's time to die.
If only you could say the reason
what made you cry.
We could talk about it and
give ourselves a try.

The darkness that was
Running through your head,
Shattered your heart and
Trapped you in emptyness.
You Should've known I would
Never leave you for slain.

Least you could do
Was try to break through,
But instead you
Abandon me out of the blue.

Now I find it hard to
get out of my bed,
Reminiscing the memories
That's running through my head.

When you were around
I use to see you smile.
I cant believe I was blind,
Not to see what was truly in your mind.
Since the day you have departed
every day passes by,
And it hurts me that
I never got a chance
To wave my uand
And say goodbye.

As the days passes by
I live with nothing but regrets.
Crushing every pinch of life

I know you're in a
better place ,
with no tears and torments.
Written by - amrattan roy chowdhary
Click by - inked_solace

08/08/2020

TW: Death.
Letters to nowhere.
____________________
Dear someone reading this,
I'm sorry if you stumbled upon me unwillingly. But as you are here now, stay. Listen to me please..
"Kneeling" down as I speak, I look dead straight to you with my bloodshot eyes and pen down in crimson red ink as if it oozed out from my very hand, over manuscript pages stained by wilted roses..
"I" am in grave atrocity. I have tried pulling myself out one to many times but the harder I try to wriggle out, the tighter the noose becomes around my neck. I patiently wait till I get back air for another resistance only to crumble again. I'm a goldfish inside a shattered container. The water coming close to my mouth every thirty seconds, so that I don't die but forget to live..
"Let" me breathe. Sorry for the break..
"Last" night before I gave up on everyone I knew and decided to speak to a complete stranger who had no idea about my very existence, I skimmed through all my Polaroids. With friends, family; better to say some adolescent terms we were taught to tag relationships so as we don't forget them. In my parallel universe, it felt like the pictures had formed a perfect Garland around my neck, as if paying homage to my dead self that I had left behind with all these memories; tads and pieces of me inside everyone who had left..
"Mizpah". They say so for the deep emotional bond between two people especially when dead or separated. That is what I seek. I seek remembrance through generations, not as someone great. But someone people can think of and smile. I don't want to be the north star or the moon guiding people place to place but a distorted constellation that is simply cherished..
"End" of the road. Isn't it what we say when our lives feel like a labyrinth of tangible emotions, and we are stuck at a place as if inside a time warp? Do we ever come out? If we do how different does it feel? Or wait, is our very existence a mirage? Maybe..
If you are still here brainstorming to join the dots, go back and read the first alphabet of every quoted word.
Let me know if you can help then.
I promise to patiently wait.

Written by - sahil
Sketch by - hansen

06/08/2020

Portrait of vicky kaushal
By - tejas

31/07/2020

मुझे नहीं पता मे जिंदगी के किस मुकाम पर थी, किस मुकाप पर हूं, किस मुकाम पर पहुंचना चाहती हूं, पर इन सबसे अलग मेरी एक अपनी दुनिया हे किरदारों की, यहां में वो होती हूं जो शायद में होना चाहती भी थी कभी या नहीं ये में खुद नहीं जानती, किसी भी लड़की के लिए मंगलसूत्र पहनना सिंदूर लगाना बोहोत अहम बात होती है। पर जब कोई किरदार निभाना हो तब मायने नहीं रखता, की में केसी दिख रही हूं, मैने काला रंग लगाया है या बाल बांधे या खुले हे, में केसे बैठूंगी,केसे हसुंगी,मेरा अस्तित्व ये सारी चीजे बस कहीं दुर कोनेसे देखता रहता है,तब तक जब तक में खुद वेशभूषा उतार ना दू। जैसे कि मेरे अस्तित्व ने मुझे किसी और को किराए पे दे रखा हो। और इंतजार कर रहा हो वो समय ख़तम होने का... मेरे वापस लोटने का। पता नहीं क्यों प्रेम हे मुझे उस रंगमंच से जिसकी लकड़ियां उधड़ जाये तो पता नहीं कितने सालो तक किरदारों के खून से रंगमंच सिंदूर लगे नए दुल्हन जैसा सजा दे। पता नहीं क्यों प्रेम हे मुझे उस अंधेरे से जो सिर्फ कुछ सेकंड का होता है और उस रोशनी से जो स्पॉट लाइट के रंगीन पेपर से होकर चेहरा रोशन करती है। मुझे प्यार हे उस हर एक शक्स से जो खुब तलिया बजाए पर किसी नेगेटिव कैरेक्टर को गालियां भी दे।क्युकी ये सिर्फ वो ही कर सकता है जो नाटक को सच्चाई मान कर देखे।गुम हो जाए कुछ समय के लिए उन किरदारों की दुनिया में। मुझे उन खाली कुर्सियों से भी उत्नाही लगाव हे जो हजारों कलाप्रेमी उपस्थित होने का सबूत बन चुकी है। मंदिरों के सामने पता नहीं पर नाट्यमंदिर के सामने सर जुक जाता है मेरा। क्युकी जिंदा लगती है हर एक दीवार वहां की मुझे.....

Written by - kothari jain

31/07/2020

Wounded love

The darkest winter of all,
When I lie to my couch at break,
I feel a sense of love,
A Love,
That reinvigorates me to recall,
My spirit of romanticism.
The tranquility beholds,
The effervescence of love,
Reveals the solitude pleasure,
Heals the scars.
The tantalizing virtues,
Empower my scars,
The memory blackened with amature decorations,
Devasted by the love of serene endeavours.
The wounds in motion with air,
Breathe in me,
Love percolates its enchanting stigma,
Allowing to inhale the intimacies,
My subconscious mind with virtuous conscience.
I lie to my couch at break,
I feel a sense of wounded love.
Written by - saurik ghosh
Painted by - manish

30/07/2020

Years passed,
I'm still there.
Waiting for a miracle to occur,
For you to come back.

I refrain from looking in the mirror,
Too afraid to see you in my reflection.
Yet I find myself gazing at it,
Just to assure myself,
I still have a part of you in me.

I look at my friends,
Jealousy rushing through me.
Why aren't I lucky like them?
Why aren't you with me?

Every night I sleep, thinking,
I would see you in my dreams today,
Disappointed, I wake up in the morning.
Realistic I wouldn't get to see you,
Ever again.

Written by - ©Isha Panda
Sketch by - abuzar sharrif

30/07/2020

वक्त से पहले राज़-ए-दिल उजागर किया जाता नहीं,
कशमकश है कि इनका बोझ अब उठाया जाता नहीं

फकत कुछ बातें ही तो है,भुला दि जाएगी लहज़े में,
इनसे दिल लगाकर अपनापन तो भुलाया जाता नहीं

उस काफिले में रहने की काबिलियत है गुलामी करना
जो ना करे निकाल फेंके,यूँ तो फर्ज निभाया जाता नहीं
Written by - harsh*ta jain
Clicked by - anidnya

29/07/2020

THE STRUGGLE

In a Whirlpool of thoughts he sat
Engulfed by the night, in his brain ensued a combat.
Anxiety, frustration, abandon and despair,
Exasperated and bewildered into an empty space he stared.
For The demons in his head seemed to hum him a tune
Of failures and setbacks stating his eternal doom
26 years old, having worked for a cause
Feeling lost now his life seemed to pause.
A doctor by profession, he was meant to thrive
His poor self esteem though, said otherwise
Drained, useless, unemployed
Where's the work he so enjoyed?
The relentless pressure to perform weighed him down
Unrealistic expectations covered his academic crown
Having lost all ambition
Sitting there with no motivation,
Like a pawn not prepared for an attack
The emptiness seemed to push him back.
Sickening slide, a stretch and a slice
Blood came bombarding as if from an or***ce.
He wondered if his bruises showed through the darkness
For anger and resentment was all that he could harness
What if he passed around?
Never to be found
In all this noise
He couldn't make a sound.

Stuck in this black abyss of despair
His loved one's told him they cared
Some monsters are invisible they said
Some demons attack you in the head
Just cause nobody sees their claws
Doesn't signify they don't gnaw at your flaws
For no man is perfect, no human worthless
These demons deflect, The world has been a witness.
Hearing this, ended his plight
From the tenebrosity shone a light.
Picking up his broken pieces, he made a new start
Courage and hope kept him from falling apart.
The world around him seemed all favourable and sound
And things that once seemed lost were now found.
His journey to recapture life may be long
But it's the ones who survive that are exceptionally strong
It almost killed him but he did survive
His tenacity has kept him ALIVE.
Written by - amruta raut
Sketch by - hansen

29/07/2020

Video by - vivek agnihotri

29/07/2020

I still remember you
The day I first saw you
It was 4th of April
Sun on it's job to shine
I felt
The bright eyes of yours
Gleam on my heart

You were on the first bench
While I was as usual
At the last
Teachers preferred to keep you in the class
While me
Outside the class
Though I tried hard
To improve a lot

I knew my image was
Not of any worth to you
But still I started
To read the books
You were scholar
I was a failure
But still I tried hard
To be a person of any worth

These tries didn't go in vain
I topped in Boards
Surprassing all scholars
Including you
I still remember the day
Results were on the notice board
You congratulated me with a heavenly smile
Raising your palm for a hand shake

I never dared to tell my feelings
I never had the guts
To express myself to you
I never had the opportunity
To overcome my fear and tell you
I'm now a professor
My days are busy
But
I still remember the day I first met you.
Written by - amrattan chowdhary
Painted by - the_sketchy_bug