Endless Escapes

The Blooming Days Collections

Life often entwines blooming and breaking, and in between live quiet narratives of colour, chaos, and unforeseen beauty. Step into these flickers and flaws through these four online exhibitions of sculptures crafted from old newspapers and scrap, made as parallel creation to my book, Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry

The Blooming Days Collections

Life often entwines blooming and breaking, and in between live quiet narratives of colour, chaos, and unforeseen beauty. Step into these flickers and flaws through these four online exhibitions of sculptures crafted from old newspapers and scrap, made as parallel creation to my book, Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry

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I. Reverie

Moments adorned in petals & escapes.
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II. Poppies

Through the poppy fields.
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By: Swarnim K.

Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry

The present often feels like nothing but emptiness when one is torn between the memories of the past and doubts of the future.

Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems I wrote between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing moments bedewed with doubt, loneliness, anxiety, happiness, healing, and the endless thoughts and daydreams between it all.

This book is an ode to all those still stuck in the ever-changing process of blooming, enshrining the silent chaos of being lost in the losing and becoming on the amorphous journey of growing up. Somewhere in these pages you may find yourself, and if you do, I hope the words make you feel less alone.

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Blooming Days: A Few Years In Poetry

By: Swarnim K.

The present often feels like nothing but emptiness when one is torn between the memories of the past and doubts of the future.

Blooming Days is a collection of 128 poems I wrote between the ages of 19 and 25, capturing moments bedewed with doubt, loneliness, anxiety, happiness, healing, and the endless thoughts and daydreams between it all.

This book is an ode to all those still stuck in the ever-changing process of blooming, enshrining the silent chaos of being lost in the losing and becoming on the amorphous journey of growing up. Somewhere in these pages you may find yourself, and if you do, I hope the words make you feel less alone.

View Now!