Creative Collision

Like a supernova

Nikita Vipul
ILLUMINATION
1 min readFeb 4, 2021

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There’s a door I find myself standing at —

Trying to look both ways :

Changing my stance every minute

Straddling across the two worlds.

They are in stark contrast —

Seem mutually exclusive;

Floating in my head on their whim.

One day I’m on the right side of the doorstep,

The other day, I sway a little to the left.

Where on earth,

Do the black and white texts

Merge into a riot of colours?

Can your mind be on the plains

And yet cut through the meanders of creativity?

Isn’t it ironical

That learning facts and figures

Dries up the creative soil,

And if you are busy splashing colours,

You tend to forget the last phone number you just dialed?

Every once in a while,

The two worlds collide —

Giving birth to an idea

That had been so out of sight…!

I wait for the dilapidation

At the doorstep —

The existing patterns falling out;

Coalescing into an abstraction

Never seen before.

NV©

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Nikita Vipul
ILLUMINATION

| Ink with a Midas(z) touch |✍️ An anaesthesiologist by profession. A writer by passion. A journey from drugs to painless wounds; from ink to healing.