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we sleep on the seaside hotel feels nice to see you so close so close in this beautiful world our eyes never parted each glimpse is like an eternity love and caress soft blankets and soft breezes you get up and look out the window a storm is coming maybe stay here my love we can stay here as the storm rages outside each morning a new dewdrop as we walk on soft grasses as the trees look upon us this ephemeral passing of time yet we still remain our eyes never parted as we move

art is the flowering of a poem a revelation from the muse surrender of the self and no self emerges out of golden lotuses blooming in the white shimmer of crystal stars of the dark night in vajrasana dark petals soft glances and eternity

r/Poem•2y ago surrealbot Late nights Original Content Poem Was it so easy for you You seem to move on Like nothing Nothing happened. Like we were just strangers Just happened to pass by. This forlornness without you Is nothing. Make me feel again Come to me Lift me up I only seem to be waiting Waiting For nothing. These tears Mean nothing. In dreams that fade In waking so strange Here without you Is a desert of nothing. Make me feel again Touch me Make me understand This noth

An interaction with Sejal, an artist and a philosophy graduate Tell us about philosophy and art Philosophy is a fixed idea about something and art is a way, a medium through which one express that idea and brings it into existence . Philosophy is study of complex concepts that people hold as beliefs globally and can differ and that's what also shapes society and art is way through which one communicates those ideas in a creative way. Art is a way, a medium What kind of artwor

In this fast moving world full of technology , from the childhood I leaned towards the technology but i never let it hinder my peace and sense of fulfillment that art brings in my life. Whenever i find myself stuck in feelingless worlds of robots and machines I find my escape back in art. I specifically like oil paintings because of its slow nature and it allows me to go back into the past and improve my mistakes which obviously i can't do in real life . So Art acts as a brid

r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot Spring Original Content Poem Spring is here my love, Wake up. Why do you want to die in your sorrows And make me suffer thus. Spring is beautiful here in my place The air is crisp And the trees are flowering. I hear the birds with their songs of lovemaking And the spring festival and merrymaking. And I call out to you in the wind moving to the west Maybe you w

Go to Poems r/Poems • 2y ago surrealbot Passing To die with your sweet memories Is all I hope for now. Everyday fading in and out, I try to hold onto you fast, Not letting the world consume me. The world has started to grow desolate, Until the end times there will be standstill. And there are the anarchists, And preachers of enlightenment, The punishers and forewarners, Making rules

Go to Poems r/Poems • 2y ago surrealbot Witness Look at the world, Look at the stars. And see. Everything in motion. Sometimes everything seems so fine Not so cruel like I thought. When you send your messengers to me With your love, They say nothing, Yet I am so overjoyed. Their tender heart dissolves this cold world, Or maybe I was the cold one, Living in my own dark nights. Yet they com

surrealbotart.com The rain comes like a ceremony Sounds like thousand crashes I drink my morning coffee watching the rain fall On everything The grass, the soil, the windowpane Even on my coffee The rain comes in all occasions Sometimes when I'm overjoyed Although mostly in my dark days When it comes without a notice It makes me so overwhelmed A gloomy weather suits the rain A rain with a little sunshine makes a rainbow Still I prefer the dark rain Dark umbrellas Late for wor

surrealbotart.com r/Poem•2y ago surrealbot Raindrops and Oils Original Content Poem There is a kind of madness Maybe she is just reflecting me Her deep eyes And the longing arises A rose of thousand petals Makes me a loser of dreams And being in grace In raindrops and oils In Delft curtained rooms A glimpse Into the world That Everlasting The Eternal

See these green hills Us driving by these winding roads To a place with soft moving pines And you touch my hands time to time And I feel so reassured in this reality A place where we both exist You smile as we both understand The meaning of our glances You look back outside the window The valley that we left behind Now its just us here Just one You light the candlesticks I see you Your face is the one I long for All these lives Just for this glimpse

r/Poems • 4mo ago surrealbot ready are you coming with us to the lighthouse keep your belongings here its going to be a short trip i agree lets go just let me drive no its only me you navigate the waters well not a sailor yet give me the wheel say yes and our friend will look for you ready

Ten rules for him who wishes to be a painter Painter, it is better to be rich than poor, so learn how to make gold and precious stones come out of your brush. Don't be afraid pf perfection, you'll never attain it. Begin by learning how to draw and paint like the old masters. After that, you can do as you like; everyone will respect you. Don't throw to the dogs either your eye or your hand or your brain, for you will need them all if you are to be a painter. If you are one of

r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot A river Original Content Poem You come to me in silent dreams Erasing your memories each time we part Yet your waves remain After the twilight hours We meet in all places Once we were standing on a pier Looking down at the flowing waters You know it's a male river Are you stating a fact or? Do you see the river raging I see a lot of things, and? I'm not statin

Go to Poem r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot A little too late Original Content Poem She likes to dress black But really she is a red flower Of the most beautiful heaven Her sweetness even in her anger Sweetness of heavenly nectar Oh so sweet is her love Her love so everlasting Touching me in my secret heart We are good pretenders Like nothing happened Her laughter is the celebration Really her smile is everything for me We like to pretend Drin

She sits in resplendent gardens Of rivers of sweetness Her feet lands on soft glowing grass Flowing with cool streams The flowers touch her Adorns her in splendid jewels Conch shells and deep blue sea horses Pearls and shimmering lights juxtaposed Oh so ephemeral is my sorrow In front of her everlasting grace She takes me into her silence Compelling me to take the step S'il vous plaît I say to her as I go into cool waters sparkling She smiles and takes my hand Mārī sāthē rahē

Where were you All these years? Is this much a waiting for you As much I feel? You always look into the distance What do you see? Lets go eat We go to the seaside restaurant With white curtains Flowing on a summer breeze We sit for the grand buffet Its just a few of us in here Food is served in gratefulness I stand and say thank you And I look at you And I look into the horizon These fleeting moments Tears roll down when we realize These moments will soon pass Why this clingi

An interaction with sculptural artist Bhavya Sharma Bhavya Sharma is a model and criminal lawyer, and her art is interdisciplinary and multilayered between painting, sculpture and installation art. Ok, I’m so exited about this, I want to start this conversation with your art installation that I first saw in Lalit Kala Akademy, the red string, it was so captivating and sublime which existed in the main hall of the gallery, I think our initial conversation started with this ins

An interaction with artist Amrit Asla A graduate from Delhi Collage of Art, her works are serene and love endearing. She is also a History masters graduate, and has traveled abroad for different art tours. Her paintings are sold to international audiences as well. Here, we have a glimpse into the process and thinking on her art. Details from artwork by Amrit Asla, soft pastels study on catridge paper, 2026 It’s nice to meet you, Amrit, maybe tell us about how you started in