Mind Over Matter

Silent Departures

by Meciria

Thinking of u
While stepping in to an imagination…

Gigantic trees along the sides
Of a lonesome street
Fresh flowers blooming in the morning sun
Your beloved is on the way, they say...

Waited till i saw the beloved approaching
The glitter in his eyes would defeat the stars..
The smile in his lips told the passion..
He really cares I knew
Suddenly I could feel some disturbance
What does it mean? I never knew
The morning sun was going down
And the flowers were slowly turning back now
Your beloved is on the way back, they say..

What really happened? I never knew
But I stood there waiting..
Thinking of u
While stepping in to an imagination…

Aristocracy

Photography by
Cigaro

As conceived by the Greek philosophers Plato (c. 428/427–348/347 BC) and Aristotle (384–322 BC), aristocracy means the rule of the few best—the morally and intellectually superior—governing in the interest of the entire population. It existed in the medieval period. Such a form of government differs from the rule…The word “Aristocracy” is derived from two Ancient Greek words: "aristos" meaning the "best" and "kratein" "to rule" and so aristocracy originally meant "rule by the best".

Historically, aristocracies have usually rested on landed property, have invoked heredity, and, despite frequent conflicts with the throne, have flourished chiefly within the framework of monarchy (rule by a single individual). Aristocracy may be based on wealth as well as land, as in ancient Carthage and medieval Venice, or may be a theocracy like the Brahman caste in India. The best example of a modern landowning aristocracy that conducted government was in England from 1688 to 1832.

The titled arsitocracy was actually shrinking as the Medieval period turned into the Renaissance during the 15th century. Inflation, which cut into the fixed income of the aristocracy, the loss of the traditional military role of the aristocracy, and the rise of industry and decline in the importance of landed property have all worked against the aristocracy.

Today the political power of traditional western aristocracy has all but disappeared but it can never be forgetten that once it was a name associated with the ancient WESTERN EUROPE....

Inner Demons

by Meciria

Fighting with inner demons
Knowing not the other
Moving towards the wrong way
that quenches a wish..
To a heaven of hell...

In my own world

by Meciria
In my own world….

Lost in thoughts...
Lives through dreams
No way out
No way in
Love is the only hope
the only reason
for this survival…

Waiting for the love
that took me in it’s arms…
sheltered me in its shoulders…
said it’l take care…
Those precious moments..
I cant stop thinking
Will it come again???
Until then..
I’m..
Lost in thoughts...

In my own world……

Out of the Past

by Meciria

She ruled the world at a time.
Queens, Goddesses… she was called. Power is what she had and a lot of it .

This illustration shaped through an idea based on how women used their power and how they were treated in early 1500-1650. An age fascinated by the troublesome sight of women in power, and in which real queens, female warriors, Olympian goddesses, heroines and seductresses existed as described in Bible, literature and ancient history. . They were the warriors called the “Amazons” of Greek Mythology.

According to the legendary history of Britain, Queen Gwendolen fights her husband Locrinus in battle for the throne of Britain. She defeats him and becomes queen. Can you believe it?

“She hid her tresses under a helmet of Roum, and she mounted a steed of battle and came forth before the walls like to a warrior. And she uttered a cry of thunder, and flung it amid the ranks of Turan, and she defied the champions to come forth to single combat. And none came, for they beheld her how she was strong, and they knew not that it was a woman, and they were afraid..” - old iranian tale

Autumn Whisperlings

by Linda Bergkvist

During spring, she is but seeds in the ground. A couple of rosebuds slowly appearing on thorny branches. Painfully bursting from the deep bowels of the earth; climbing quietly, slowly, out of the dust and dirt.

During summer... she spreads her wings but is locked to the ground. Her eyes are closed but her beauty is rich and full - she sways gently in the summer breeze. She hums along with the rest of the world around her - glorious in the rich warmth of summer.

During autumn... she is finally released. Like the leaves tumbling from the trees - she is set free. For a few wonderful weeks, she dances with the winds; she twirls and whirls across the sand-coloured fields and her voice can be heard whispering through the red-tinted forests. She is -alive- during autumn. But she, alike the leaves that dart and dance around her, will eventually tumble to the ground and remain still... slowly rotting away as nature around her does.

During winter, she freezes; she becomes encapsuled like the rest of the nature around her. Frozen as her limbs and wings were rotting and moulding with the leaves. She is held still and quiet like that famous princess in her glass casket. Not alive, and yet never fully dead, because nature never fades... ...

and then spring comes, again, and the cycle is repeated... again, and again, as the years whisper by."