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Preserve it



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When the canvas speaks..

Sunday’s Art.

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 recollecting her old memories as finger moves on strings. memories coming out as musical notes from her heart.. waiting for someone to give love….  chanting a name of him  in each musical notes,  who is roaming around her, she knows that, and speaking to herself, smiling to herself without knowing him……. she is waiting for her love to give.

                                                                                                                  Kiran Athrey

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Just Remember Me


O my dear love..
   just remember me..
     When you be in sad,
  How I shivered in front of you
     when i met you at first time,
          Which makes you smile…
            Then forget me….

Just remember me
     When you be in angry,
What I cracked unlaughable jokes
     when i was with you,
          Which feels you joy..
            Then forget me.

Just remember me
     When you be alone,
How I pretended like friend of you
     when i wore mask of silence,
          Which intrudes you pessimism
            Then forgive me..

Just remember me
      When you get disgust about  life,
How I still live in memories of you
      Which makes you fright
            Then don’t forget me..

                                 Kiran Athrey…