!!But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing farther then she uttered—not a feather then she fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow she will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”!!
..REASON...
...WHY...
..I..
..SHALL..
...FOREVER..
...REMAIN...
...SINGLE.
Exactly that last line in her post was more of a last nail in triggering fury-induced aneurysm in me.
I do maintain that partly why Israel is losing the PR war is that they can’t stop the IDF acting like fucking idiot monsters on instagram and tiktok.
Makes you wonder what would have happened if social media had been a thing during the Iraq war.
Éfeso, Turquía
वीणापाणी VEENAPANI (ବୀଣାପାଣି) ballpen rendition of maa Saraswati Artist: Bijay Biswaal. (via Instagram: Bijay Biswaal)
desi dark academia mood board
eldest child. artistic, botany student. hiding behind saccharin smiles and soft frowns. voice tingling until it stops serenading. will the expectations ever stop?
sing to me to me, Aaranya. the forest you grew around yourself, is humming, with the vibrations of your music.
The Recognition of Śakuntalā, Kālidāsa/Sappho and Phao, John Lyle/Raja Ravi Varma
If Monsoon and Autumn had children, one of them would be me.
Arre jhumka gira re Bareily ke bazaar me in jhumka gira re
॥ सिन्दूरारुणविग्रहां त्रिनयनां माणिक्यमौलिस्फुरत्
तारानायकशेखरां स्मितमुखीमापीनवक्षोरुहाम् ।
पाणिभ्यामलिपूर्णरत्नचषकं रक्तोत्पलं विभ्रतीं सौम्यां
रत्नघटस्थरक्तचरणां ध्यायेत्परामम्बिकाम् ॥
//She who is hued in vermillion
Who is three-eyed
Whose crown rubies bejewel
And the crescent moon adorns
She who mesmerizes with a
compassionate smile
She of shapely limbs
Cupping a bejeweled vessel abounding in nectar in one hand
And a crimson lotus in another //
@pastel-aesthetichaotic (so I checked out two translations and derived my own from them. Nope, I don't understand Sanskrit, only a smattering of Hindi)