My Ink Bleeds

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨...

Foreword Some people move through the world carrying more than what’s visible. You can feel it when you're with them. Like something...

Foreword As a child, I was completely captivated by the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I spent countless...

Foreword by Lyia Meta When I was younger, Greek myths filled the quiet spaces in my mind. I didn’t just read them—I carried them. I...

FOREWORD Memory, Fragility, and the Books That Stayed With Me I didn’t start with The Diary of Anne Frank. My first introduction to the...

Foreword by Lyia Meta There are songs that don’t just play—they echo. They follow you through time, quietly altering the way you see...

Foreword by Lyia Meta Many years ago, I became utterly absorbed in the story of Jeanne d’Arc, better known to many as Joan of Arc.¹ Her...

Foreword by Lyia Meta Some time ago, I came across a film that left a lasting impression—Burnt Offerings, starring Karen Black. It wasn’t...

Foreword When I was a little girl, you would often find me drawing elaborate pieces of ‘art’ in the sand, on the school blackboard when...

The Death of Socrates by Jacques-Louis David Some dreams come with a price tag. And I don’t mean the kind you can swipe a card for. I’ve...

In skies of ash where shadows play, Hope often hides, but then finds a way. Softly, a glint so slight, I may Break through the gloom with...

As the year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed—not only in the world around me but within my own life and...

There once was a girl, so strong, For whom "tired" was never in her song. Indefatigable, true, With a million things to pursue, She’d...

Dreams and trials entwined Each day turns hope to true light— I am all I seek. I am everything I set out to be. ©Lyia Meta All rights...

In the quiet of the afternoon light, A tuxedo cat sits, black and white. With fur so sleek, like evening’s attire, She prances and...

There are days when you just want to shut out the world, to retreat into a space where expectations don’t exist, and you can simply...

I dance, I dance I dance to feel my soul take flight, I dance with all my heart, igniting the night. I dance, I dance, I dance! In every...

I have always been attuned to the subtle "signs" and gentle "nudges" from the universe. These affirmations often guide me back onto the...

Photocredit: KACV, Kerala, India. Taken at the IIMF 2022. Far too often, I've been questioned: "Why do you sing, Lyia? Why do you write...

“ The pursuit of happiness is a paradox: it’s not found in the chase, but in the quiet acceptance of the present moment where joy quietly...

Title: The Path | Artwork: Lyia Meta | Media: acrylic, mixed media at the precipice where calm starts, there is a balance within, where...

The phrase "having your cake and eating it too" implies wanting to enjoy two mutually exclusive benefits at the same time. In the context...

Oh, the dreaded task, it looms ahead, But I kick the can down the road instead. Bills to pay and chores to mind, I’ll do it later, I...

Every day offers a new beginning, and I embrace the opportunity to start afresh or find a reason to keep going. A fresh canvas can be...

What's happening to me, I can't quite say, As shadows shift and skies turn gray. And now unsure, in a world where nothing feels secure....

On darkened and narrow streets, I stare at the distance and look for reprieve, A fleeting light, a glimmer of hope, She guides my steps...

Artwork: Peripheral Oddity by Lyia Meta I recently had an interesting conversation with an acquaintance about the messages life sends us,...

Artwork: Clouds II by Lyia Meta “”Life, like a fractured dream, unfolds with its share of highs, lows, and unexpected turns, akin to a...

Artwork: SLEEP by Lyia Meta Caution: This post may be unsettling for some, as it delves into the impact of life's impermanence,...

artwork: Morning's Kiss by Lyia Meta As I journey through life, I've come to realize that true self-understanding often comes to us as we...

I guess this marks the beginning of my journey into the world of blogging. Looking back, my early attempts at self-expression involved...