In two thousand and twenty two,
I had to learn to love myself a thousand times over,
I had to learn to hold myself and put myself to bed,
I had to learn to get through a few never ending nights.
But here I am, breathing and living –
The greatest privilege of our times.
I smile through half a days,
I waddle when I canāt walk.
I take life at my own pace,
Or simply flow along.
Now I am a blob floating,
But a slightly more composed blob at that,
Much more accustomed to uncertainty,
And a tad bit free-er.
I breathe much lighter,
And when I smile,
I smile brighter.
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I donāt smile when I donāt want to,
I let myself be sad,
And I let myself feel the discomfort these days.
And in return, when joy, happiness and peace visit, individually or in combination, for however prolonged or short a while I feel them with similar intensities if not more.
To live lightly and feel intensely. If that is not a blessing, what is?
Living in my head and zoning out every 5 seconds.
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Living in my head and zoning out every 5 seconds.
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Vasanth Kumar took a picture of me with a film camera šļø
Thank you Veeš¤
@vasanthphotography
All the worldās a stage,
And I am a scarecrow.
All the worldās a stage,
And Iām the girl in red and blue who forgot to take the bucket.
All the worldās a stage,
And I am the bro with the big shoes.
All the worldās a stage,
And thatās the one I was on for a decade.
šŖ
All the worldās a stage,
And I am a scarecrow.
All the worldās a stage,
And Iām the girl in red and blue who forgot to take the bucket.
All the worldās a stage,
And I am the bro with the big shoes.
All the worldās a stage,
And thatās the one I was on for a decade.
šŖ
All the worldās a stage,
And I am a scarecrow.
All the worldās a stage,
And Iām the girl in red and blue who forgot to take the bucket.
All the worldās a stage,
And I am the bro with the big shoes.
All the worldās a stage,
And thatās the one I was on for a decade.
šŖ
All the worldās a stage,
And I am a scarecrow.
All the worldās a stage,
And Iām the girl in red and blue who forgot to take the bucket.
All the worldās a stage,
And I am the bro with the big shoes.
All the worldās a stage,
And thatās the one I was on for a decade.
šŖ
GOOD NIGHT is an emotion, just like our film š¤
Canāt wait for you guys to experience it soon enough!
Directed by @vinayak_chandrasekaran
Produced by #MillionDollarstudios @million_dollar_studios & #MRPEntertainment @mrpentertainment
A @rseanroldan Musical
@manikabali87 @the.meethling @rameshthilak @dr_raichal @arthi_achadamol
@yuvraj_ganesan @mageshraj @sp_shakthivel @mrpentertainments #Balajisakthivel #BagavathiPerumal @jayanthsm @barathvikramanks @eega_praveen @pradeepa_16 @srikanthgopal_art @harish_durairaj @proyuvraaj @benunantha
Thank you for the 1 Million š»š¤
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@jayanthsm @barathvikramanks @eega_praveen #Srikanthgopal #Balajisakthivel @dirbucks
@harish_durairaj
Get ready to enjoy the fondness of love through the breezy #NaanGaali, the first single from #GoodNight releasing tomorrow at 5PM š„š„³
A @rseanroldan Musical !!
Lyrics @mohanrajan_lyrici
#Thesnoringfilm
@manikabali87 @the.meethling @vinayak_chandrasekaran
@rameshthilak @yuvraj_ganesan @mageshraj @million_dollar_studios & @mrpentertainments @thinkmusicofficial @sp_shakthivel
@jayanthsm @barathvikramanks @eega_praveen #Srikanthgopal #Balajisakthivel @dirbucks
@harish_durairaj
I was born loving horses. It is a feeling I have never been able to explain. Big story, Anamika and Kit-Kat were the first horses in my life and I was five. Everyday of that one year in kindergarten, I would gallop day in and day out. A year so clearly etched in my heart. I unfortunately didnāt have the opportunity to continue after that. For twenty years Iāve carried the feeling of wanting to ride a horse within me. At 26, I got on a horse to ride again, as an absolute beginner and it made me so happy. When you grow older you begin to think itās too late to follow your heart. You donāt know if you can actually do all that youāve always wanted to do. Can you afford it? Will your body cooperate? Most people who are going to help you learn a skill are now younger than you. Kids decades younger than you are the professionals and youāre the beginner, arenāt you gonna be embarrassed when you fall, when you make mistakes? All of us go through these questions before we begin learning something after a certain age. But if thereās one thing Iāve learnt in the last couple of years, it is that, if your want to learn something is greater than all these trivialities that your mind throws at you, you will learn it no matter what. Nothing else matters. If you ever think itās too late to start something, itās not. We deserve to do what makes our heart happy. I hope we can slowly build a world where everyone has opportunities to follow their hearts š»š¤
Thank you @team.equinedreams and Issac ( @just_get_high_with_me )for helping me begin.
I sure have a long journey ahead. But to have that you have to first start, donāt you?
GOOD NIGHT teaser out now! š
The link to it is in my bio š»š¤
@manikabali87 @the.meethling @vinayak_chandrasekaran @rseanroldan @rameshthilak @dr_raichal @yuvraj_ganesan @arthi_achadamol @mageshraj @million_dollar_studios & @mrpentertainments @thinkmusicofficial @sp_shakthivel
@jayanthsm @barathvikramanks @eega_praveen #Srikanthgopal #Balajisakthivel @dirbucks
@harish_durairaj
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»
You have a day,
You have a week,
You have a year,
You have years,
And all the emotions they hold,
And the emotions they do not.
They all exist,
Waiting to be articulated,
Hoping you find an outlet,
Wishing you find a channel,
Hoping that it all is artistic,
That it all amounts to something,
Counts for something.
I have had a year, years,
A day, days,
A week, weeks,
Emotions and an acute lack of them,
And Iāve secretly hoped all this catharsis would be artistic,
And that the art would pay off.
But that isnāt the nature of art or existence, is it?
There is pay off in capitalism,
Art and existence just are –
Encompassing everything,
Devoid of everything.
Does it make sense? Maybe.
Does it not? Who cares?
But do we have anything else?
Nope.
Do I absolutely need anything else?
No.
š»