I keep growing unblooming flower In my dream which couldn't be true And twitched into the chambers of heart It Ensanguined ! Pangs ! Throbs ! I wear off it in my wardrobe Covered in purple palls It Withered ! stinks ! Wafted ! Reminiscences framed aside Keeping blues detached Still craves to linger in fake dreams Walking through those fake clouds Yeah! I'm NEFELIBATA!
Thank you for this Amazing Challenge. We are team "Young Forever " We tried to portray glimpse of the life of five girls here. They represent our own life, interests, and struggles along with our Imagination. Our name in this is the core of our soul. We are different and unique yet we are the same by heart. Our humble message through this work is to encourage you to find your true self and pursue your passion against all odds. We hope you enjoy this and have a great time.
Nefelibata - Portuguese - Cloudwalker Daydreamer Unique Word Definition. A unique one word definition text design - Nefelibata - A creative person who lives in the clouds of her own imagination or dreams. An eccentric, unorthodox person who doesn't abide by the rules of society, literature or art.
NEFELIBATA : TALES OF PASSION - II
| The Artist |
On the frigid autumn breeze near a silent river There's a bystander of nature leaning her back on the wooden log, evolution is what she explores in her mystic canvas. The way her hand grip a brush of different shades resembles the affection, desire, hope, goodness of the soul who can forfeit the absurd assumption of the society. She demands freedom for a change. She is against the specified ritual and refused to follow the restrictions made by conservative tradition.
// To her eyes are the camera and imagination is the scenario. //
She gazes intensely behind the rivers. Love embarks within her after seeing the wonders of nature. There are trees whose leaves were falling deceiving its own part. Changing the hues green to yellow, orange to red rendering the surface making it more pleasant. She was enlightened by the celibacy of nature instantly.
Stretching her both the hands she picks up the backpack which was lying beside the rigid log revealing white clean sailcloth, numerous sizes of brushes, several acrylics jar. The moment arrow of the scrub touches the white canvas she closed her eyes feeling of dignity enacts her soul.
She transforms herself into the colour of rainbows allotting all her feelings and emotions to the canvas. Her hands devote magic straight from the heart. She fastens her eyes to see views through her intuition bypassing the reality surrendered in the name of verdant woodland.
Her hand moves in sync order smudging the colours on point. She portrait women whose arms are free witnessing her dreams through her mind who lives in the cloud of her imagination rather than being the victim of the trapped sophisticated culture.
She craves for the serenity, she is yearning selfhood. She allots hope to the thousand unseen visions, she seeks metamorphosis.
Her chained hands caught some wrinkled maps floating as the wind gushed in through the broken window. Rendered walls nailed few pictures, the treasure of a rogue gallivanter entrapped in a rusty cage.
Tears watermarked her photographs and the shutter sound of her camera wiped them. Dreams of her elysium lay beyond the four walls dreams to be the zephyr whispering of an unknown utopia.
//I'm the tailwind of a frenzied cruise, sailing across the formidable ocean to unmarked destinations, relishing the fragrance of aquamarine waters. Eyes fixated on the pole star, I put to sea cradling a promise of the sun to be my light. Tedious waves glisten in the moonlight, cloaking my cold nights in savage seas.
I'm the zephyr sprouting from the musty smell of earth ashore, gliding deep into the woods to embrace the gelid foliage, sharing the taste of pine cones with the peachy crossbills on the canopy, chirping melodies to the rythym of solitude.
I'm the breeze meandering along the pellucid river seeking solace in the chiseled caves hovering beyond. I'm the gale crafting sand dunes in the bleak desert awaiting the rain. Even when my parched lips taste the sweet drops of drizzle, an oasis afar quench my thirst. I'm the fog on weathering edge of a cliff, gazing into the diffusing infinity, emotions ineffable as a halo in ecstasy, yearning to plummet into the enticing mist forever. I'm the wind entangled to a heart, yearning to leap into an eternity entwined in arms of a sorcerer, the world, my home... //
Her entrancing dream to be a wanderer, craves to capture the blue hour after a dusky sunset. Even when her wanderlust is tied to a stubborn wheel chair, she is unlocking the secrets of her escapade, she is unlocking her caged wings to fly away....
" Before the world broke you, who were you ? " I kept staring into the eyes of my reflection. The long mirror before me is my partner in crime. For every tear I shed, it tempted me to hide behind a smile. For every fake smile I tried, it offered me beauty to mask. I'm tired of this pretence, let my tears flood this world. As I screamed into the oblivion, surrender to it and Forced my frustration on the song I'm playing, the highest-pitched thinnest string of my violin, broke into two, it send a shockwave through me. Letting out a strangled cry, my conscience slipped. But my reflection stayed there with a pasted smile.
There was no mirror but a stage, an exuberant audience For whom it was another of those wildfire scandals. Later waking up to find myself in a pale and plain room I let my thoughts wander through those cracks in the wall The moment I left my passion, shadows of twilight conquered my night. This yearning to stretch my wings, persisted throughout my life. I could hear whispers from across the wall, gushed noises. "Why would Angel do that? She was this close to victory! " This confinement irks my mind, I can't find a clarity here. I closed my eyes, travelled back in time to the moment it began.
In the arms of my father, feeling euphony of his lullaby. I found the oasis of my dream in the dry, arid desert of life. Charms of the morning-glory blessed me with the light. Like a dainty lotus bud awakening to the sun rise. I opened my eyes to the prayers of the Creator himself. Ears keen on the melodious voice humming in tune. A glimpse of my birth into this vast universe. Reminiscing it, melody was an augury of the future. Abandoning a pipe dream like beheading puny wildflowers. That regret haunted me like a silhouette of dead dream. Like a ghost in the shell, a musical prodigy choked in me. For long I hid it inside, contemplating on the consequences. Behind closed eyes, I could picture it in my mind.
Natural soundscapes turn into an orchestral symphony. I tread the path of thorns, every beat strokes on my pain. Blossoms of spring rain on me, vision of my winter violin. Zephyr caressing becomes the flute, piping down the valley. River gushing rhythm of the chorus, rocks and pebble bass. At last I heard the conch shell blowing off from the distance, climax, my soul awakened by the spirits of nature, found my purpose.
Into the burning fire I throw those trophies and honours, Let it burn Piles of pages inscribed the words to keep me away from the light . Let it all burn together, at its zenith the fire would touch the sky, break my curse and Free my soul from the servitude of mundane. From this fire my Phoenix rose with a heart devoid of fear. The music in my soul is the only path I would willingly walk on.
She was a lost soul to the eyes easily pleased on sour beauty. A screeching scream of bright neon to the monochrome. She waited for no fairytale, A charming love to broken heart. Into the whirlwind she threw All notions and caught herself. A golden spring seasoned by the magical winter wonderland. The perfect rhythmic harmony Of life and music, a soul symphony.
Oh Dreamers, Nestled in the clouds of Imagination Oh Wanderers, Enchanted by the maze of universe Oh Nefelibatas, Soaring high with the wings of change
Fear not, this universe has in store for you Immense potential for a lifetime of adventure Perfection is you, who dares to walk a path Paved by self, Creator's magic innate in you A dreamer I was hitherto, chasing the light Wishing upon a shooting star for eternal glow As long as alone, I dreamed of a fantasy land I followed no trail but manifestation of my vision A Paragon of nefelibata, a distant lone star
We dreamers weaved together a perfect reality Enchanting magic traversing moonlight to sunshine Yesterdays we let it go, tomorrows we worry not Today we seize, live the moment, the extra edge we cherish Listening to it's beat, we let our hearts soar so high Feet on yon sanguine clouds, hands holding luminous stars Zealous Halo encircling our aura, sparkle reside in our soul We are ones who dare and do, go and gather, fall and rise
maryamnefelibata@clifton you shouldn't be sorry, I do not feel bad, I know you wouldn't ignore anybody, maybe just busy... Thank you so much..again
clifton@maryamnefelibata seriously I am sorry. Please tag me in all your future posts. I don't want to lose your friendship.
maryamnefelibata@Clifton I actually thought u were angry or something.. But ur words calmed me down...thank you...I will not let this friendship GI
clifton@maryamnefelibata what happens is I write alot and I devote my time to poems. So I lose track of everyone. I really don't mean to ignore anyone.
maryamnefelibata@clifton I know you r very serious bout things which r important to you...and I pray you b the same! I live what u write and I will always c u as my inspiration.. It means so much to me that u took ur precious time to clear the misunderstanding... Can't thank you enough☺☺