Writing Inspired by Picture:
In another time, they would not have had to end before they began.
In another time, they would not have had to choose individuality over love.
In another time, they would have grown old together.
In another time, they did not have to deal with love buried in the depths of their minds as they carried on planting seeds that push them further apart from one another.
In another time, she would have received flowers that blossomed from those seeds.
In another time, they would have figured out the balance.
In another time, they would have just acted on their feelings before they turned into dust.
-Nilofer Ashraff
Dia Dos Namorados by Broken Records
This song is literally breathtaking. Everything about this song just gets me every time I hear it play. From the sad drums and piano tunes to the lyrics that spell such a longing for another.
To me this song is just two souls being honest with each other, about wanting another person to make them larger than life. To feel someone, to love someone, to fill the emptiness that human beings sometimes feel.
The blend of male and female voices just enhances this feeling I get from the song so strongly. The image I have is a man singing from a place very far away from the woman. Both having the same longing and needs; feeling extremely alone; not knowing that actually there is someone out there who really feels exactly the same way. Not even someone who sympatises, but really someone who feels completely the same.
The sad beats and tunes make me feel like these two souls will never meet and thus will always be lonely.
The lyrics of the song is just poetry that speaks directly to my heart. The words have found a way under my skin and every time I read the lyrics, I end up losing my ability to put words together.
Darling can you hear me can you open up your eyes
And see that every move I make is a dance just for your gaze
That every single action is a means not to an end
An opposite reaction to the diffidence we claim
So paint me, take me, hate me, claim me make me something more
Something better than the black and white that coloured me before
I want to feel your body and your hands upon my chest
To feel my emptiness
So bury me beneath the pines
In the shallow soil
In the filth and grime
And still this heart will yearn for you
So I’ve hatched upon a plan, a scheme of dervish wit
A pilot light to guide me through the caverns of your heart
I take this knife upon myself and gouge a shallow track
Until you love me back
So bury me beneath the pines
In the shallow soil
In the filth and grime
And still this heart will yearn for you
(Bold words are the once that speak to me the most, which is pretty much everything.)
Story Inspired by Picture:
NATURE IS UNNATURAL
There are moments in life when music doesn’t fit the moment. What music can you listen to when you feel the wind on your skin and the taste of calmness on your tongue? To me, it is extremely rare to find such moments in life, where there is nothing on my Ipod that captures the moment. I look at the list of songs, artists, albums. The many gigabytes that contain my happiness.
I fiddle the ring on my finger and give up. I take off the earphones and stare at my surroundings. Tall dried up grass; vast open land; wind blowing softly against my hair.
I am supposed to feel at peace here; supposed to be able to reflect; stay calm, focused. Reflect. Gain nirvana. But it’s too quiet; too unreal.
Suddenly, I my chest tightens. I drop my earphones, drop to my knees, clutch my chest.
Too calm. Just too much.
I need to get out now; but I just don’t know how.
-Nilofer Ashraff
L.
Story Inspired by Picture:
THE PAIN OF RANDOM MEMORIES
The intense speed of the train forced him to taste buried memories at the tip of the tongue. It was strange how sudden moments and random, mundane things just brought him back to a time where things seemed to be moving in a better direction.
Places they never explored together also had the ability to take a hold on him. Like the church he wanted to bring him once, but now can never. He was never particularly religious, no, not at all. But he knew that he had to bring him there someday when he say the pigeon starting at the great cross. His boy for some reason really loved birds.
The intense speed of the train just reminded him that in order to get to that church, they had to take a train, and that itself would have been beautiful. The wonderful feeling of having his tiny little hand in his as trees and buildings passed by them without a care in the world.
He would have smiled in awe at how the boy’s eyes would flicker and show such passion. It would have been just a fraction, but he was so sure, so very sure that he would have caught it, kept it in his box of memories, buried, never to be seen again.
-Nilofer Ashraff
(by amanda dias)
50-words story Inspired by Picture:
CRIME OF PASSION
The only evidence left was the red stains on the grass. He had showered, changed into a new t-shirt, burnt the body a long with all evidence. Now, all he had to do was to plan the death of the other side of the coin; punish the creator of adultery.
Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
Douglas Adams (via writingadvice)
Happens. <3
I love swings. Shot in Battery Park City.
Poem Inspired by Picture:
THE PAPERLESS SOCIETY
empty benches in dark grey parks;
solitary swings catching still air;
whispered footsteps;
speak the same words.
fingers busy tapping mindless games;
fingers busy forgetting the touch of sand;
fingers busy losing the feeling of holding a pen;
finding the subtle substitute for the smell of sweat.
words that flow in purple journals;
senseless doodles that stain pages of dog-eared Moleskins;
paint left beneath fingernails -
lost -
perhaps forever.
electronic monsters have taken over.
polluting you and me with -
black boxes.
-Nilofer Ashraff
This song has been the soundtrack of my life for the last few days. I play it while playing Dino Cap (which is an awesome game by the way). The feeling I get from this song is pretty intense. I feel everything at once. Fear of growing up; fear of not achieving all my desires; fear of admitting I am ultimately the same as everyone else, where I do fear that I would end up alone.
Yet somehow, this song has the ability and power to pat me on the back and tell me that everything would work out somehow. All I have to do is complete this thing we call life; all I have to do is move forwards; all I have to do is continue to have desires and dreams. (Even when everything seems lost.)
The part where all the voices just join in together and go ‘I will sing till we can’t speak. We’ll all sing till we believe.’ just takes me to another level; brings me to a place where things are peaceful and calm.
Those lines, are so powerful to me, that I am thinking of getting them inked onto my skin forever.
Music = religion.
And now I patiently wait till the album is released and I am sure that it would be awesome.
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.
