"I have been to nursery at last Sunday with my friend, where the garden was mesmerizing us. nothing to say, sharing here some snapshots. "
When the canvas speaks..
Some times i get inspired from Art and get the immense happiness when the painting getting blossom from my hand on canvas and i wonder whether i would copy from others or my own. the above painting says " one Indian village girl fiddling the Tamburi -- Stringed instrument which is played as folk instrument. and … Continue reading When the canvas speaks..
Mom’s love
"When purest soul comes to your infront of.. your mind gets complete Liberty that is your mom" @Kiran Athrey Google image Advertisement
Do these 8 things for better Sunday.
Here I can share few tips to be your Sunday will be great. I hope it will work. Follow these steps. 1. Wake up soon, just get rid of all your yesterday's worries, do some exercise. Walk lonely with nature more than an hour. just you remember your new ideas with raising sun, Just you … Continue reading Do these 8 things for better Sunday.
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Painting on my Canvas
I was not an artist to sketch any Portrait, even not a painter to paint it. after long time I tried to sketch of Radha Krishna. Then I had to colour it but i dint have any idea about colour mixing. I had been in school days i used to mix the different colours to … Continue reading Painting on my Canvas
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The Poem Comes..
The heart Feels, Takes, the baby's smile. Then The poem comes.. The heart Sees, the two souls enjoying, Romancing in the sky Then The poem comes.. The heart Gets the inner feelings of you Then The poem comes.. The heart Gets anger for your inhumanity. Then The poem comes.. The heart Try to understand you … Continue reading The Poem Comes..
Happy New Year
In The yesteryear You have walked On the corner of the dessert with no lamp.. With only blinking stars. Some times with no moon.. Amidst You have found A happiness By mom smile.. As a baby.. You have teared up Lot of pages in your life.. You could write up Something new In remaining pages … Continue reading Happy New Year
The girl
I was a stranger to all I was a stranger to myself.. I was a roaming on the road of thorn.. I was a stronger to The world of my fantasy, With unfeelingness.. With heartless.. One day You entered into my life Like a stranger.. Your mesmerizing eyes Drowned me into the romantic ocean... Your … Continue reading The girl
