beauty – A.R. MINHAS

Fraud

I don’t deserve it.

“You look like you need it.”

A cherry flavoured kiss.

I still taste you on my beard.

A door knocks.

An ancient bird that taps.

Shadows close in on me.

The mouse-trap with red velvet cake.

You don’t deserve anything.

It snaps. It recoils.

This is how a dream breaks,

And I’m relieved.

You were never real.

It was all given to you,

And now you return to take me back.

I laugh at your audacity

“Papers, please.”

I was never here in the first place.

There is a beauty in surrendering.

April 9, 2019April 9, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

I’ll Eat You In My Dreams

There is a jar filled with Honey

Buried in your dreams

And I pour it

They create steps

A temple of your heart

Steep conversations

Cicadas with Kamikaze fervor

Heart thumping like pure jet-streams

Azure is the shape of my skin

You sit next to me

Can you hear them?

Ovulations of perfume

A fermented kiss in a plastic bottle

Who knew that chemical reactions can create longings?

Vegetation of Serotonin

And I’m floating from you just being next to me

“Share a Diet-Coke?” you ask with carbonated eyes.

I would share a Chocolate grasshopper with you

High on protein

Saliva dripping rainbows and you share a secret with me

There are no Mango-Trees close by

Let’s do magic by that Orange shape

Peeling it with toes

Those natural, citrusy fingertips

Delicate

To a stroking fur touch

And I promised you an apple pie

If you stay close enough

I’ll give you a view

From my chest

Like open palms

Dipping to Luna

A fountain foaming with desire

Smoking Blue Dream

Within a withering forest

In my dreams

Just stay close.

And I’ll eat you underneath a Mango-Tree.

February 25, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

I Hear Things And I Feel Nothing.

“I have shared secrets with you…”

“Oh Dead Mother!”

“Come have your pills. Depression doesn’t look good on you.”

“It’s just a coincidence that you wore red today.”

“I’m masturbating in public!”

“…And let’s abort this thing.”

“And why do you care that our generation is the worst?”

“You didn’t taste that way before…”

“And I’m learning more about you. Every time we feel each other.”

“Just remember– The Dream of a Green Sunday.”

“Meat has turned raw, my existence is a tragedy.”

“White-Chocolate Cheesecake is the escape, and I feel nothing for you.”

“There was love once…wasn’t there?”

“I think and there was an illusion.”

January 30, 2019January 30, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Self-Image Before Birth

They beheld me and I beheld you…

We are locked in each other’s web of

Expectations.

And I’m aroused by the Moon’s piercing light

And I’m blinded by your shadow.

You have eclipsed me

And I cower before your presence.

While my presence lingers somewhere down there

In the periphery

Hoping to communicate with you

But you are above it all

In a Heavenly sphere

And I’m stuck here in hellish cubicles

Recording death in its future states…

And yet I have found ways.

To smother death in its Afternoon Siestas

And all it would take to validate me

Validate me with your lips

A Kiss!

“Smack!”

A kiss so hard that it leaves me red all over

A kiss so hard my saliva makes iridescent rings with yours

Communicate with lips

And I’m Rebirthed

Or Resurfaced

From the flood that consumes me

And I’m gurgling This song so perchance

You hear it And Validate

Continuously validate me

And validate my words

And keep validating me

Or I will be

An after thought

To be an after thought

Just like birth

Death happens suddenly

And it’s continuous on and on and on

These words aren’t mine

They are borrowed

In blood and all the unseen are the world’s thoughts

My blood

My DNA

Unconsciousness

That gives substance to my words

But you so closely resemble myself

That I accept your inability to communicate with me

And your betrayal

Is comfortable.

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January 12, 2019January 12, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Podcast: God, Sex and Everything In Between – Ep. 1 – “Human Irrationality.”

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January 5, 2019January 5, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

Thank you to my followers and have a Happy New Year!

Hey Everyone,

I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year! And also to take this opportunity to thank all of you who follow me or even take the time to like my posts.

2018 wasn’t bad but I had to take time for my other career. I was studying for a very tough exam, and that meant cutting down on the amount I can create. However, after it was over, I realized that I’d be working for another corporate office. The bottom line is that I wasn’t posting as much as I should have, and to those people who follow me, I truly apologize.

Here’s what I can promise you. I want to make this more than a hobby. I want to make this a career because being creative is what stimulates me– it is my raison d’être. And as I get older I want to fulfill my passion for making art, whether it be through my writing, sketching and/or conversations with other people.

Here are three commitments or resolutions, that I want to make:

Finish the first draft of my Novel.
Publish our Podcast at least on a weekly basis.
And make uncompromising, amazing art.

Once again. Thank you for everything you do and please let me know what your goals are as well.

Sincerely,

A.R Minhas

January 1, 2019January 1, 2019 by A.R. Minhas

A Room Full of Paintings

I’m surrounded by all of you

The paintings that I don’t understand.

The paintings that you keep forcing down my head.

“What was your earliest memory?”

I was on a boat.

A net sank deep into the dark water,

And blood-red crabs emerged.

I said that, and a box full of change fell.

They echoed across the hallway.

“Sounds like Swedish wood.”

And we continue to miscommunicate.

The woman that is behind the painting

Blue and green, patterns of zygotes

Your eye keeps following me.

Your eye makes me hard and makes me desire death.

Curving a sickle to tear open guts.

Sun and steel, the body mimicking desire.

And I can’t stop thinking

What your eyes see, and if they are dilating because of me.

Are there any paintings left for us to Eat?

December 31, 2018December 31, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

The Last Time We Were Here

There’s a lesson at the bottom of the glass

I’ve hit my bubba pink

She delivers and they walk by

I’m like a GPS

My subconscious has taken a detour

Too hyperaware of everything

And I’ve never seen her walk

And she appeared like my words give her form

I’m dreaming again, but there is nothing between us

And I’m here again with you old friend

“I’ve stopped writing because I’ve stopped feeling…”

You paused and drank your Cappuccino

“It all comes back to you.”

Amsterdam big-wheel rolls on and

We reminisce

You’ve gone all responsible on me

How fucking dare you!

And you sit there counting your wrong decisions in the past

And I’m confused because all I’ve done is envy your capriciousness

And then I remembered

I wrote a poem the last time we came out here.

October 6, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

The Magician

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By: A.R. Minhas

She places the tools on the table

Unsheathe the rose petals

It’s time to use them

Droplets of wine that spill from the cup

Your thought pierces me

The Divine spirit soaring like a drone

The mystical explosion will destroy you in the vicinity

A guide that taps her cigarette

Three times and howl is heard

A burn mark shaped like a pentagram

The hands that show the path

As it was above

So it will be

If you find love, kiss me hard

With the tongue involved

A spiritual virus

Recreate me

Eternally

Your red robes have been thrown in the forest

Be sure your nudity is seen by everyone

And the sigil is magnified

Voice

Calls

From

Below

The chaos

Is interested in you.

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August 29, 2018August 29, 2018 by A.R. Minhas

My Artwork And What It Means To Me (Updated)

Hey Guys,

I’m really happy to share my artwork with all of you. I usually make my paintings on my phone, which sometimes can be challenging as it takes a longtime; however, I’m finding the process a lot more rewarding and creatively stimulating.

I don’t like to say what my art is about but if anything its about the connection between sex and spirituality. A bit like my poetry and prose. I like to think of it as ‘Sexual Mysticism’ (If that term even exists). As for the eyes, I don’t know why but I’m obsessed in making them.

I wanted to rant a little bit with this post because lately I feel, for some reason, sex has become a taboo subject; although, it’s the single most life affirming thing you can do in your life. This has been frustrating for me lately because I’ve tried promoting my art on other social media platforms but they have rejected my request. It’s really annoying because I’m not posting porn, the nudity is meant to have a message. It’s not meant for instant gratification or objectification; it’s meant to make you think. and in that respect, I need your help.

If you like my art, if you understand my message and my true intentions; please, help me in promoting my art and supporting me. If you go onto the links below you can get T-shirts, hoodies, phone cases and stickers with my artwork on it. The links, further down, connect you to my Canvas Paintings. So you can have my paintings in your home, that is if you think there good enough. If you can’t buy, please spread the word to others. Anyway, thank you for all that your continued support and I love you all. Thanks.

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“Girl with flowers“