Sugar Words

Oil paints leave stickiness on brushes, the bristles gradually disappear with every stroke of paint.

It splashes colours on the white screen and loses parts of itself like millennials are losing reasons to stay.

I once painted red and black, that night my mom explained how art can come true in some way or other. Then after all the colours i knew were bright like sun or solemn like moon.

Fast forward 3 years.

Fireballs and bitterness in voices that told me art creates reality.

Cold marble, faces i could no more recognise.

Stay Strong.

Utensils made more noise. Thoughts became cacophonous.

Breathe. Stay Strong.

Gravity could not be felt.

That night I learnt that it’s important to cut my nails because bright yellow turmeric just turns skin red to black.

Parts I gave away; parts people left with me. A song that still has a place in my playlist. A word that sometimes unknowingly slips out of my mouth. A habit that I used to scold is now a habit that no one bothers to notice.

Take and leave. Gift away happy dolphins with rainbows in the background, a charm bracelet, a warm hug.

Still my hands are cold, shivering from all red and black I took from people.

A homecoming, made me felt like a tug of war rope; when two of my friends had broken up.

I tie the rope in a circle. Left muddy.

Decorated umpteen letters with glittered pens. Held too much to be able to walk on a tightrope.

I was told my blogs felt like sunshine and summer skies. The empty spaces I left were white, because you know art creates reality.

Now, I call art a distortion, a reality forever beyond the grasp of mankind.

Words and Paints. Oxymorons and Contrasts. Truth and Hypocrisy. Black and Red. Art and Fallacies. Contradictions and Errors. Red and Black. Bright like sun and Solemn like moon.

It is a crime to curse is what I was taught. But its a dangerous place to be in where numbness from other people leave you wading in a gauge searching for an art that can describe the marks etched in your atoms that are confused between bravery and idiocy. They are both or none. But say nothing because its a crime to curse.

When you are rooted to different parts of different people. It is not easy to distinguish between their Red and Your Black.

Every action has equal and opposite reaction. Not True.

Science is not an explosion of achievements. Art is not a display of reality.

But distortions are beautiful.