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How far do you want to go? And how far do think you CAN go?

Spring’18 Bulletin Boards rady ☺️Tried some Lettering 👀

Rezlife xD (at University at Buffalo)

......freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.... (at Rockefeller Center)

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day” - Vincent Van Gogh Thought I’d post this finally, painted this at an RA program!

Winter Nights; and City Lights. (at The Plaza Hotel)

Don’t be afraid to be kind, loving and sensitive. It is your greatest strength.

Don’t forget to be fierce, wild and crazy. It is what makes you, you.

Don’t let people exist in your life at thier convenience. Take charge of who gets your time and attention. It is your greatest resource.

And most importantly,

Don’t neglect your sanity, physical and mental health. It is what will keep you going forward!

It is time to be happy again! 🌻

- Malayika Mehra

#poetry

She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see.

She, Within herself, Found loveliness, Through the soul’s own mastery.

And now the world receives From her dower: The message of the strength Of inner power.

- Langston Hughes (at Goa, India)

#photography

• his feelings grew so much that he couldn’t contain them within him • she wants to fly, she wants to taste the sky • sadness she sees, sadness you’d never know • her mind swims at a depth, most would drown in • his vulture’s eye of cold pale blue, is the eye of the devil itself • his intensity led to his insanity • she hid her feelings, but forgot that her eyes speak

#poetry #sketching

And often I wonder what it would be like, if we weren’t who we are, if we weren’t where we are. What it would be like, away from everything. What it would be like like, from up there. -Malayika Mehra (at Chicago, Illinois)

#travel #photography #writing

He didn’t feel like home, Ever. Home is mundane, boring; I told myself. He’s adventure. But do I like adventure? Maybe I do. That’s why I always fall for boys like him. Boys who scare me, yet excite me. Do I like the presence of Adventure or do I just like the chase? Why do I always crave something that I can’t have?

He’s just a boy. But is he? Is he just another boy? Or is he the boy? Does there have to be a boy? Or is it just a convenient concept, created to romanticize the biological need to mate? If so, why does thinking about him make me giggle at times? And why does it make me feel empty and sick at times? Maybe that’s adventure. Its the high. Its a roller coaster. Its the anxiety before an exam. Its the insecurity before a date. Its the fear you feel when you rock your chair too far. Its the worry that you’d seem desperate if you text first. Its love you give to someone who’s never going to return it back. But is it good? Is it good to give so much of yourself to someone? They say that the amount of risk taken is directly proportional to the amount of profit or loss beared. But how do I know if I’ll bear a loss or reap a Profit? Should I be investing in something which is still in it’s early stages? Logic says no. But the “adventure” in me says, do it! Love. Love without being loved in return. You’re only giving. It’ll come back to you in some form. Be selfless, be kind! Don’t expect!

But then why does it hurt? Why does it feel empty? Why do I cringe when I see him loving other people? Maybe because I don’t love him selflessly.

Or maybe because I’m just not an adventurous person.

- Malayika Mehra.

4/15/2017. (at Triborough Bridge)

#travel #poetry