Home For Artists
This is a personal blog, a space to put ideas and ideals and thoughts and more thoughts. Life is full of why’s. We just need to look for them until they start making sense.
Read about lyfe, misspelled as it may seem and read about the whys and the hows.
Read poetry and read prose and read about the alliterations weaving together this world, the metaphors, the personification of perfect on paper and the rhetoric of reality resonating in rhyme. Read about changing the world, because we change the world by educating ourselves, spreading knowledge, spreading love, inspiring others, helping others, doing what we love. Nothing changes if nothing changes. And in the end, art is what remains, art is what remembers, in paintings and journals and books and sculpture. Art is what consumes us all.
Books
Books have always been a means of expression, but somehow more. A way to reach, to raise voices, to make opinions known, to communicate without actually communicating. A boon for the introverts! More than anything, books have been a way to speak up, to say something, and to realise that we are not alone in this vast world, even though we may think it sometimes.
About us
So, I guess you want to know your hosts. To find out more about them and about who they are. That’s a reasonable demand—Hansel and Gretel should’ve known their host too. So, everyone! We are Matsyaa. That’s the name the two of us have adopted for our joint ventures out in the literary world, but individually, we are Tanu J. and Nidra M. And we’re sisters. And authors. And bloggers. And poets. And like to sketch and stuff. And have long searched for a word in the English vocabulary which covered all of these, until we came across the classic and beautiful—Artists. Read more
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Dev Meena
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In the dance of words, where thoughts take flight,
Where ink drips wisdom into the velvet night,
Your pages breathe with the pulse of truth,
Each line a spark, each verse a youth.
Here, where philosophy meets poetic grace,
The soul finds its voice, a sacred space.
A quiet refuge from the world’s loud cry,
Where meaning lingers, soft and nigh.
Thank you for weaving words that heal and grow,
For illuminating paths where the wise might go.
In the quiet cadence of your written rhyme,
You remind us—poetry and thought transcend time.