Neither green nor blue, my bird has it’s own hue. Painted during the month of November and this is simple as ever.
Flowers are fluffy. They are beautiful. One can’t just get a flower. One needs time to get some. I DID.
I live in a world where people are highly busy and focused. They are so highly focused that they have no idea about what’s happening around. They never care the least about how people around them survive, as for which they only are concerned about themselves. There were days on this planet, when people lovedContinue reading “AN ODE TO THE MAN ON THE FOOTPATH”
This one is special, I painted this for the Hindu Youngworld Painting Competition.
(Note: I wrote this poem probably on 3rd of January on 2010 and I was in third grade then) Mat, Mat its a mat On the mat creeps a Rat I thought and thought was it fat? But suddenly chased it a rat I started playing with my bat, The cat took my hat SoContinue reading “RAT vs CAT”
We are never hungry, aren’t we? We have such instincts that we are never really bothered about how hungry we are. The prime reason for this instinct is that we have never really been hungry. Every single grain of food the luxurious us waste, is all that is yearned for by the poor. We neverContinue reading “We are never hungry, aren’t we?”
One never finds when one will die nor will he find what will happen next. The very future remains a mystery. Well, not many are aware of the creation of the universe. People believe that, the only creator God is the holy master in our lives. But none in planet Earth knows how appropriate theContinue reading “Perplexing Features of the Extra Terrestrial Territory”
ROALD DAHL “Though it’s for children, it entertains grownups too.” I do love tales. But reading tales, tales that had happen in our very own lives is why tales interest me. Matilda for sure was interesting. Matilda, born a brilliant doesn’t amaze her parents. She has been a disgrace for them all long. All the way,Continue reading “MATILDA”
EVERYTHING HAS IT’S BEAUTY, BUT NOT EVERYONE SEES IT.
Even the tear you shed… Will become a debt one day… The day is not to be in a million years… But it is meekly near. A drop isn’t valued now, And people don’t know how; Valuable the drop is, That drop which you can’t kiss. Not sacks of gold, Or anything inContinue reading “Death Drop”