Aegis Lab

Terra Cradle

Cerulean Tide

Sometimes

My demons are my soulmates For they stay through thick and thin. Sometimes my enemies are my best friends For they know exactly what I’m going through. Sometimes these tears drops are my monsoon, For they portray the weather changes. Sometimes these words become my mouth For they speak of things I never can. Sometimes, or maybe all the time, It’s just me that I am left with And sometimes I’m scared of being with me, But maybe sometimes I would love to be someone’s sometimes Oh! but some other time maybe, Some other time.

Neuro Hive

To be or not to be?

I know not now if my existence was just an epiphany all through or a series of dreams that i still have to wake up from. I’ve just been someone and existed in others so much that now i cease to exist in my own. There are so many versions of me that every being i know, knows a different being of be, I have long forgotten who i was in this society, where all i did was to prove myself, lest i forget that if there are a thousand reasons not to and one reason to blame me, they would throw me down a river for that one reason, now i’m in search of me as I've lost the very essence of my being. WHO AM I?

The shape of you

You, were the perfect drop of rain on my fingertip, I stay still so as to make you stay longer But alas! You are the very form of water itself, I couldn't stop you from flowing in your own rhythm, You were meant to flow, From that drop of water in the ocean, To the moist air in the clouds, And then descend as rain, As if to quench the thirst of the earth Who waited for you to fall upon for an eternity And went through those cold winter nights, those hot summer afternoons Knowing where she'd finally meet you, You would meet her where everyone saw you fall and her, glow As if a young girl thinking of her lover, But you are you and she couldn't stop you either So you flow back into the ocean with a whisper of promise that after all that. you will come back again, You take a piece of her with you And she, Waits......

Immersive Transamerica tower

Zenith Spire VR

Meal Master

PROXY FACES

Digital embodiment

Darling?

will i wake up tomorrow and the worlds stop spinning? will i wake up to a sky full of moons? will the wind not sing thorough my hair? will the sky cry my tears or will the tree feel tired and take a break? will i have eyes that don't see you? will you have lips that have not been touched? will you and i dance again where no one lives?

AI CARTOGRAPHER

FLORA FINDER

CYBERPUNK SADNESS

Zenith Spire

She broke

Into a thousand pieces she broke again, But yet each time was never same, Each time she broke, She would never know, She changed herself each time she spoke She pleased them all through Christmas and fall Seeking her happiness in others eyes This time she broke and went all rouge They called her names behind her back But lest they knew she heard them all She broke again but now this time She had a thousand pieces and no one to call She took the pieces and made herself What they called a woman of steel She knew this time she would never break She could but yet melt and fall But now She was her own iron smith to call

The caterpillar

You were unwinding the cocoon She built around to protect herself, Now, the question remains, Did you unwind her for the silk in her cocoon Or the caterpillar that she was, and see her bloom into a butterfly in your arms?

Reimagining Planet B

Stairs to nowhere

Darkest soul

Doctors housing

The Universe

Tu samjha ki tu qatra hai dariyae duniya ka Bikhar jaye baadalon main to koi harz nahi Na jaana ye kabhi lekin kahin qaynaat bhi hogi adhoori tere na hone se Magar ek roz kisi thandhe chaaye main Agar ulja ye soch se Ki tujhse hai ye qaynaat Ya iss se hai tu Na jaane kitne hi janam lene honge iski khoj main.

Seat to fold

Museum of time

Bichaman

A quilt make up of thousand pieces of cloth the pieces of cloth that are torn from the clothes that were about to be discarded. the clothes that you begged your parents to get you for your birthdays and festivals but if you look closer, it’s a thousand tiny dreams they are made of the stories it hides the smiles it got you when you the new dress all those memories and feelings all stitched together like a series of fulfilled wishes

She

She was small, She was weak She was black She was rich She was she and that was it, If she was he and, He was small, He was weak, He was black, He was rich, It was because he was he and he could be anything but she couldn’t be he.

Cacti Planter

Meditation Tree

Bottomless Ashtray

Arboretum

Womb

Shanag

We're all prisoners aren't we?

Prisoners of our mind, Prisoners of our soul, in today's world, prisoners of the government, were jailed in our own comfort not being able to move outside the given space, we're all being punished, all prisoned still somehow human and accepted in the society this inhuman way of limiting ones freedom is taken in a positive way for the health of all and is deliberated far too often with the movement reforms evolving, improving or tightening based on the health factor. Then when did we last have a meeting, debate or even a gist of improvement from the government for the spaces designed for prisoners. Some people are imprisoned for a day or two and some even for their lifetime. Just imagine when a place is yours for life it's one complete human life and character built around a structure built so mindlessly. Us as the general public don't really think about those people who according to the rules go against it and we don't care of thinking what those people might me going through, it's because we all agree with the inhuman way of treating and out casting them even if we don't agree we love to be uninformed so as to not have an opinion or being answerable to anyone.