tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40783459811015161092024-03-13T12:06:03.043-07:00Conscious Hallucinationsvague attempts to listen to untold stories, un-found mysteries, and future histories.Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-17855999038378473762017-01-25T03:12:00.001-08:002017-01-25T03:12:51.127-08:00found a beautiful poem. just sharing
HETHER I loved you who shall say?
Whether I drifted down your way
In the endless River of Chance and Change
And you woke the strange
Unknown longings that have no names,
But burn us all in their hidden flames,
Who shall say?
Life is a strange and a wayward thing:
We heard the bells of the Temples ring,
The married children, in passing, sing.
The month of marriage, the month of spring,
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-12546907958287958972017-01-25T03:08:00.002-08:002017-01-25T03:10:52.282-08:00a moment of rant
Our lives
today, founded on clauses
Conditions,
by communities, societies
Families,
governances, plentiful nuances
We are born
individuals, born with a soul
Born unique,
to be different than the rest
To be different,
on you it does take a toll’
A true
essence of you dissipates
Replaced by
the stench of the common
The worldly,
the plenty, the crowd
You become
what they want you to Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-10346584045378081292015-03-30T03:24:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:24:39.874-07:00Theres no such thing as love
Stripped bare
naked.
Out on the
street
Cast into
loathsome self doubt
And self
inflicted injury.
Stripped
bare naked
Of any
virtue, any soul
You questioned
my conscience
My existence,
on the whole
I bared my
soul to you
Because of
the belief of love
I thought
you had in you for me
You were
sent for me from above
My angel
cast in heaven
I always
thought you to be
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-64462151010168913182015-03-09T09:44:00.002-07:002015-03-09T09:44:34.893-07:00an appeal
Cold dead
eyes that once bade me to come forth,
Stare back,
a constant gaze of despise.
That warm
look that did once melt me inside out,
Now spread
such chill, unremoved.
You caught
me gazing at you, awaiting a flicker of warmth,
And you
turned away, as though, it was something you loathed seeing.
My heart
felt broken, to see you broken,
My soul
felt dead, to see you aching.
HowAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-84267864087670775452015-01-08T21:24:00.001-08:002015-01-08T21:24:34.435-08:00sketchesAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-63424094784966616042014-10-22T07:26:00.001-07:002014-10-22T07:26:08.218-07:00You are here, with me.
I hear you , your mellow voice, in the sweet rustle of leaves. In the soulful wail of a violin. In the pattering of gentle rain on the pavement. In the calm of the ocean. In the cry of the sea breeze. I hear your peaceful voice. With every pause and skipping of a heart beat.
I see you, your angel like form, in the rising of the sun, and setting of it so. In the pale of a fog filled morning. Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-70535283084407946342014-10-14T10:33:00.002-07:002014-10-14T10:33:38.609-07:00A saviour
At the threshold
of losing faith,
On the
brink of losing sanity.
Battles a-many,
all hopes lost.
Losing face
from reality.
Laying out
there on the battlefield ,
Amongst ruin,
bereavement and despair.
Green
grasslands no more,
Ashes and cinders
burn to core.
I lay amidst the heap so morbid,
As all
vision grew indistinct.
No sounds
but of the crackling embers,
My fading
breath, a Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-34947231765124507782014-09-11T22:53:00.001-07:002014-09-11T22:53:14.212-07:00-
Put an end
to your masquerade,
Bring forth
for us to your, your true face,
The one
people know not of, the monster unseen
Your
pretentious soul brought forth,
The pretty
façade removed, revealed, at its own pace,
The
breaking of an illusion, requiem of a dream,
The demon
that dwelt within, finally. Seen.
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-22542188018265308222014-07-04T05:30:00.002-07:002014-07-04T05:30:30.349-07:00July- 04- 2014
Every linkage created and then torn,
sculpts a being further. This work in progress either takes a turn for the
worse, or ends up being a masterpiece. Our souls make us decide, to choose the
path to destruction, or to simply allow the damages to create something new,
something better of us.
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-83750082508094227252014-03-25T11:12:00.001-07:002014-03-25T11:12:15.409-07:00Let not the unsaid, remain unsaid. The deeds yet remain un-done,
Life's a journey, a wind blown leaf,
Long as a scorched sunny day, short as a cool setting sun.
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-71385461431275175342014-03-17T11:21:00.001-07:002014-03-17T11:21:08.948-07:00charcoal/ pencil trial day 5Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-47473584683144306852014-03-12T10:15:00.002-07:002014-03-13T12:38:48.441-07:00charcoal trialsAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-22449279518186999952014-03-11T10:12:00.001-07:002014-03-11T11:02:30.610-07:00charcoal trialsAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-80729022582199783072014-03-04T10:21:00.003-08:002014-03-04T10:21:34.888-08:00the unsaid
withdrawn back into my own little world
all the security, all the reassurance one needs
out away from the inexorable cold,
warmth of mine own arms, i keep.
no more love to met out, no one to lend any
exhausted and retiring, an empty soul
forsaken, forgiven, forgotten, sins a-many
but why in me is contained, a yawning vacant hole?
Lost faith in all, no one to trust
every implicitAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-78515139724451094802014-02-28T10:32:00.002-08:002014-02-28T10:32:31.286-08:00Into my reverie
come hither , come away,
You! so lost, oblivious and vain!
come forth, where deep bonds nurture
a place called home, here to stay.
A cool shadow of a tree beckons,
relief from the harsh unremitting sun.
a cool zephyr blows o'er your sun kissed skin,
plaintive soul, an escape, a heaven.
lay down your aching bones,
upon the munificent expanse of green,
let your mind drift, an Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-10117077882866529892014-02-24T09:29:00.002-08:002014-02-24T09:29:08.042-08:00Suppression
Suppression.
within, an emotion so cavernous,
its roots grow through a resistant heart,
like a tree grows on a rock,
encompassing it whole ,
yet obliterating its very core.
fragmented, yet held together.
A yearning within, to speak the unsaid,
the refrained,
talks of love.
an agony, yet so sweet;
twice, thrice a missed heart beat.
what is it you hide within,
deep within those Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-28407266045804964282014-01-14T08:16:00.002-08:002014-01-14T08:16:41.108-08:00
The Teak Forest by Lawrence Hope
WheatherI loved you who shall say?
Whether I drifted down your way
In the endless River of Chance and Change
And you woke the strange
Unknown longings that have no names,
But burn us all in their hidden flames,
Who shall say?
Life is a strange and a wayward thing:
We heard the bells of the Temples ring,
The married children, in passing, sing.
The month Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-78468063437146155512013-11-04T09:41:00.002-08:002013-11-04T09:41:59.704-08:00Aging
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Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-64687332565850245262013-10-20T10:10:00.000-07:002013-10-20T10:10:34.103-07:00tree of life mural: work in progressAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-80740876097386793642013-08-14T04:30:00.001-07:002013-08-14T04:30:17.596-07:00in memory of scratAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-1537824637181926742013-08-11T23:49:00.001-07:002013-08-11T23:49:52.832-07:00mixed media- water color and pencils. Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-25479930893678218122013-06-29T07:51:00.001-07:002013-06-29T07:52:15.559-07:00birds and buildings- a wall mural at workAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-68305702864656190152013-06-11T22:41:00.000-07:002013-06-11T22:41:20.871-07:00new doodlesAnees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-58706348566665046862013-06-03T01:46:00.002-07:002013-06-03T01:46:44.176-07:00sleepless
A battle hence ensues.
Within me,
With my many demons.
My alter ego manifests,
Stakes claim of all, mind, soul, and body.
The battle yet rages on
I fail to let myself succumb,
To misery, a troubled heart, a troubled mind.
I wander around, in hopeless search,
Of a deep calming glow, in search of reason,
In search of eternal peace.
Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078345981101516109.post-30741184129276503252013-05-30T05:27:00.001-07:002013-05-30T05:27:31.204-07:00uprooted Anees Mehkrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267136380912317727noreply@blogger.com0