“You Have The Blood Of A Poet. You Have That And Always Will. You Show, In The Middle Of Savage Things

Art sets you free, art lets you breathe. Through art you let it all out, through your art you are you. Your art should be an escapade, the process should make your heart race. It should be for you and you alone and only then it shall soothe other souls.

-anneshwa ✨

A breath of an artist is an art in itself, bejewelled recollection of a billion poignant tales. A heroic poetry of a broken heart that mends a million cracks around.

-Anneshwa 🌻

Wrapped me like a lullaby

The wind overwhelms me, the dusk overwhelms me, the cars, the lights, the crowd, the emptiness, the dark, the light, everything overwhelms me. The dews on the veins, the mourning birds, the talking grains and the longing trains. Everything aches, everything burns, everything overwhelms. The existence, and the disappearance.

-Ann 🌻

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

You glow bright and then fade away, like a dream at night meaning nothing when it's day.

Anneshwa ✨

One day you will deny to destroy yourself by the immense grief you hold in your heart and the breeze will feel a little sweeter, and the birds will chirp your favourite songs, and you'll realise you've been healing all this while.

-Ann

Anneshwa Paul / A melancholic December morning