I want to disappear
It happens. One minute you have hundreds of ideas in your head and the words flow through you like a stream; next minute it just stopped. You can’t think of a word let alone a sentence. It just happens. At times like this, there’s little you can do but sit back and close your laptop. It can last for different periods of time; could be a minute, could be a year. What are you supposed to do when your creative bone dries up?
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Albrecht Dürer dared to imagined himself close to God. Do you dare to imagine yourself as such? If we are all God’s creatures, can we be Gods also? Why do we feel the need to imagine a higher power rather than giving ourselves that power. If there’s nothing above us, if there is nothing containing … Continue reading Is there a God or Are we Gods?
Featured Image : Farmer Venus by Sepp Hilz, 1939. I haven't been productive on my site for a while since I have been busy with my studies for the last 7 weeks. I went to Europe to study Art History in three different cities and I have to say it is the most rewarding experience … Continue reading Artworks in Nazi Germany: Art or Propaganda?
29th November 2016, 2:31pm Time is flowing, And I will flow with it. I'll do what I have to do, And let time be on its own. But don't let it stop, For there's somewhere I want to be, And I need time to flow.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a short poem that I wrote when … Continue reading Poem : Time
I will write poems that no one reads, Because when I was crying under the stairs for some stupid mistakes that I made, I wanted to run in front of a car or hit my head with the pillar hard enough to break my skull. I will write poems that no one reads, because when … Continue reading Poem : I will write poems that no one reads
I have been a big fan of Button Poetry for a long time but never in my wildest dreams I imagined trying out spoken word poetry myself. Still, it happened in a smoky orange sunset evening at the Yangon Yangon bar while I was reading something with a gin tonic and a döner kebab. I … Continue reading Poem : When you tell me that you love me
I don’t think burmese traditions ever taught us how to really love. For me, love is unconditional. It is something you feel for a person no matter what the person is inclined to do or to be in the future. But I think in a general sense of the society we have built up here, … Continue reading “Burmese don’t know love”