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!
A heartiest thank you for this awesome challenge . @say_me_krish This is the team YOUNG FOREVER .
We tried to portray the glimpse of the life of five girls here . They represent our own life , interests and struggles along with our IMAGINATION . Our names in these are the cores of our souls . We're different and unique , yet the same by heart . Our humble message through this work is to encourage to you to find your true self and pursue your passion against all odds . We hope you enjoy this and have a great time !
N E F E L I B A T A : ( Portuguese ) Cloudwalker , Daydreamer A creative person who lives in the clouds of her own imaginations or dreams . An eccentric , unorthodox person , who doesn't abide by the rules of the society , literature , or art .
NEFELIBATA : TALES OF PASSION - I
| The Sorcerer |
Two doors open , but I need to chose only one door to walk through. One door for me to escape and one where I need to be . Both are pretty far . Moonlit and sunkissed tears , now smile as the dawn broke into pieces , all the pieces shine like mirrors , that are now scattered .
Enthralling cosmic atelier , filling the torn pages of the old books breathes out some chimerical magic Chemical reactions of love and responsibilities find a way to break out the life - death .
No ! That means , I won't live , I can't smile I can't love whatever once , I did hate. I want to breathe through my verses , the words that fill love in me . If I am to root for a change in winter , amidst the snow , where my tears turn cold , I will . If I need to cross the deserts , under the deadly helios ,in the way to success , where my feet get blisters , I will . If I need to get drenched in heaven's love , to reach peace , where the petrichor will be my soul's scent , I will . If I need to walk over the thorns that fell on the ground , attached to the leaves that died sensing my arrival , just to reach myself , I will .
Let my fate , be judged by me , as I do not hold anyone responsible for whatever happens to me .
Elegy of dead drawings towards it - the hearts that beat fine , she who's waiting on the other door , wants me to be righteous , colorful and overflowing with peace . She needs me to be successful in breaking through the walls of the world . She who whispers my name in my ears , is me . And if she needs me , I'll be there , as she wishes .
// Not all twenties are shut with selfishness , mine are thoughtful in the darkness and shine brightest under the sunny skies .//
The wrinkled pages I leave for myself shall be my words for her to cross and reach me .
//When the time repeats , every me will just find the heart . The same heart every ' I ' shall posses , the same heart that was once lured by the death , the same heart that was once buried under the guilt , the same heart , that will win at the end . //
| The one who walks away from O m e l a s | Yes , I'm the one caged in , I walked away seeing the injustice done to me . Now I'll return , to make my escape , successful ....
Fire smouldering in vicinity , wrapped me up in a ruthless warmth , inconspicuous parts eaten up and bones melted into gray smokes . Basked in I was , in the cruelest feeling of an end , while the cage around me slowly blistered away into nothingness . Dampened eyes watched my wings loose their identity to the evil truth . But the agony condensing into my feathers wasn't to be blamed for the heartache A small puddle of gaiety , still breathing somewhere within watered all the pain away , whenever my mind wandered towards it .
//My heartbeats inched a bit closer and whispered an unknown secret and the words replaced my pain with wonder "Phoenixes have to burn first , to be born again my love ."//
Question mark concluded my wonder as mind muttered in hesitation , "Why burn yourself, when you were the one to be enslaved ?" But the promise of rebirth penned the next phrase of curiosity. Eyes darted around with a desire to adorn something in my last thought , and landed on ...a daffodil...inside a glass vase. The struggling buds offered me farewell and I breathed my last.
Eyes fluttered open and sitting I was , on an opened cage. My wings flapped in a small gush of triumph , gazing at the window nearby , and in came mist , followed by thunder , gossiping about the drifting cumulonimbus . But something in its voice screamed of despair. So I peered down to search for a soul sharing my sympathy. And instead , found hands shielding the heads from the foretold hail and colorful umbrellas guarding their way under the gray hues.
"Was no one going to help them ?"
Question roaming over me , sympathy dressed on my heart , I spread my wings and into the unknown , I dived . Silvery mist covered my euphoric self . I sailed higher , along with the raindrops resting on my wings , reciting tales of the umbrella weather .
// Petrichor lingered in the air as the barren land rejoiced watching the drizzle fill up its cracks with tender love . My heartbeats sped up as I watched my soul giggle in delight , for the once aching wings for the once aching wings were now healed by the bracing gale //
Even the sun joined me , it's affection waltzing with the silvery drizzle. Each drop of rain was enclosed within thin films of golden hues . And together , they gave birth to the rainbow . Rain dews scribbled down pages of intimacy and rebirth, while the sunbeams weaved them together into a chronicle . And named it A m a r y l l i s
Witnessing it like a proud mother , sheltered beside the last shades of the rainbow , I was left wonderstruck at the once moaning child , who had now pulled herself together . A lone tear broke free , matching the rhythm of the rain , as my heart ached realising , maybe ,I was a lone admirer of these rain dews , when a small chuckle pulled my gaze down . There came a small girl , chasing her paper boat on the deserted streets , daffodils braided in her hair whirling with her smile .
Taken aback I was when a whisper left her lips "Wish you could stay a little longer..."
//A glassy pair of eyes looked up at the receding clouds ,as a dazzling smile decorated the face of the girl with the paper boat . And that was the moment I realised...
Maybe , I wasn't the only one here , who could proudly call herself a CLOUDWALKER...//
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