Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly
lavender's green
When I am king, dilly, dilly
You shall be queen:
Who told you so, dilly, dilly
Who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly
That told me so.
Call up your men, dilly, dilly
Set them to work
Some to the plough, dilly, dilly
Some to the fork
Some to make hay, dilly, dilly
Some to cut corn
While you and I, dilly, dilly
Keep ourselves warm.
Lavender's green, dilly, dilly
Lavender's blue
If you love me, dilly, dilly
I will love you.
This is how my mom used to make me feel my heart soften, my palms and ears warm, and that's how she used to make me sleep.
This is an illusion story in my universe, taking the reference character's from William Shakespeare's drama - Hamlet, which revolves between - " if's and might's "
A story of a painter, who is in Coma.
Adolescence represents an inner emotional upheaval, A struggle between the eternal human to cling to the past and the equally powerful wish to get on with the future.
When my hair is thin and silvered, and my time of toil is through, when I look behind, there are many years left past, and few which is ahead of me, not sure why I am dealing with. I shall want to sit, I reckon sort of dreaming in the sun, the flare hitting my eyes. And recall the roads where my carriage flew me on the empty roads of spring leaves. I dip my brush inside the colour jar and recall the colours, but yet again I hear a murmuring sound behind my back, a shallow shadow through my shoulder, calling my name with a painful voice.
I am painting now, the picture that ill someday want to see. I am filling in a canvas that will come back soon to me. I some where feel the strokes on the canvas are calling me inside the hasty painting of mine, which I shall look at it when I'm old.
Darkness and darkness, with whirl of thoughts wrapped around me and everyday. I dived deeper and deeper into this whirl of my own illusionary thoughts, a void filled my heart and my soul. I hated my own existence even though I know there was no such thing as perfection but still I hated my reflection.
Many times I tried to end my life,
Many times I held a painting knife ,
But dragging a knife across my own bare skin gave me no satisfaction,
Taking pills still gave me sleepless nights, pain was in every corners, every ounce of my body there was no cure to my own pain.
It felt like a venom had spread across my body, just like a small dip of colour falling inside the jar, and there was no antidote for it.
I felt closer to death than being alive.
Holding a colour palette in my hand
the first colour which I pick is the colour of my inner voice which is moaning within me, when I was in adolescent.
Each colours are the truth of ones life.
My hands hold a brush
Moving as my inner voice and heart wants.
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.
I am playing with grey tones as I am not living either in the colourful side or in the black and white of my life, the hues of greyness, just like the clouds when it is going to burst.
My thoughts are filling my canvas.
The brush stroke are following my voice.
Expressing the depth of my heart.
A symphony of colours has many stories to tell;
This is the canvas, I can see;
Death in the swamp which is covered with mist
The saddened face of a hungry child
With matted hair and eyes half wild;
The curious sound of tortured breath
I flex my fingers, turn to start, But at the sound of one faint word, My colours run and all is blurred.
I can hear a echoing sound from the canvas, calling me in a husky voice and says
MOM here I am !
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To be Continued...!
Team and Cast :
Cast : Greeshma as Ophelia
Story & Concept : Harish Kumar
Photography : Harish Kumar
MUA : Greeshma
Camera : Canon 5d mark iv
No lighting used, shot at available light
Softwares : Adobe Lightroom and Photoshop
Lullaby credits : Muffin songs
