jaystrangelife

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Hello, lost wanderers of the web!

Welcome to my little corner of chaos and creation. Stay as long as you like—but only if you’re cool, curious, and at least 18 (seriously, minors, this isn’t the space for you).

Who am I?

• Name’s Jayesh, but you can call me Jay. I like to keep things simple.

• 24M | he/him | From India 🇮🇳

• By day, I’m a data engineer, making sense of numbers and code.

• By night (and honestly, whenever inspiration hits), I’m a hobbyist artist and poet.

• I dabble in books—mostly non-fiction that keeps me grounded, but fiction sneaks in when I need an escape.

This blog? It’s a mix of my poetry, art, thoughts, and the occasional NSFW musings (you’ve been warned).

Have a question? An idea? A random thought? Don’t be shy—hit me up with asks!

! I love conversations, deep dives, and even the completely random stuff.

P.S. The header and footer GIFs were made by yours truly. If you’re interested in something similar, feel free to ping me—I’d be happy to create something custom for you!

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To love and be loved <333

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So I'll continue to float and fly, Embracing pieces that bid goodbye. For in their absence, a truth is seen, Wholeness lies within, not what has been. ~Jay.

An Original short poem on self-discovery and self-worth. Embrace the beautiful chaos of our own becoming, finding solace in the recognition that the self is, indeed, the most profound truth of all

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I will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you.

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Some late night writings , trying to explore macabre form of poetry ..

~Original poetry by me : Jay

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Some late night poetry 🫠

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as usual

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#poetry #poem #originalpoem #love

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"We see as we are," sculpted by our thoughts. By the echoes of our past. We create, infinite and undefined. No boundaries to confine, no limits to bind, With threads of desire, in the heart's own fire. Hues of emotion, both gentle and dire. "We see as we are," in the mirror of perception, Self, soul, is but a mere reflection.