Flowers drawn in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Far away, is an interpretation of nature drawn in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Human tears, an interpretation in MS Paint – made in 2005/6 when i was teenage struggling with many emotions.
Gun – abstract design drawn in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Day & night interpretation in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Gazing in love – drawn in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Water Hut, a dream i would always get, drawn in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
Broken hut (old hut) in MS Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
An abstract design in Paint – made in 2002/3 when i was 15 yr. young enthusiast learning the tricks.
My heart is heavy, eyes weeping, Waving good-bye to the dreams I kept dreaming, A wonderful heart, my world I lose… A new sunrise, a smile to choose, Trembling fingers, ravaging nerves, New path, twisted curves, My heart is heavy, soul stripping, Waving good-bye to the dreams I kept dreaming.
- O my dear brethren, did you check??
- Lokpal is now in the upper deck…
- Government is clutched on the neck !!
- … & the BJP (+oppn) is going Smack, smack, smack 😛
- The indian public exerts “What the heck ?!”
- IAC says, ANNA & the agitation will be BACK !!
- Is this The unfortunate democratic CRACK ??
Chholey and Dhokley (Cute flirty jerk story) — only for 18+
Let me introduce you to my “Miss chhole” Introducing me, I am her “Mr. dhokle”… & here’s our unfinished crazy, stupid, flirty story …but a common one of today’s “chhora and chhori” 😉
Fondled the brave-heart amidst the sun His toil and sweat are not undone Tears that fall into his grave Awake the thoughts, the deeds of the brave Who fought with vigour, dignity and pride! His Armour went wild with a roar so wide And courage that geared up with the time Strengthened resistance did not sublime “My country, my duty!” he quoted, he quoted “Sacrifice the joys, the span of living,” he noted “Let us win for the heritage & truth to yield” And went on and on till he breathe the battlefield In his motherland; with purity and integrity, But within a spur became a victim of hostility. He had to leave the world, the land he won Where he awakened the rise of a new dawn The bullet that went past his back and soul A matter of unfairness & unholy play of foul Yet He stayed so calm and let his heart fall And before leaving he gave a pleasant call “Life is where your mother is; Let your ashes, your memories carry bliss Days and nights work their part sincerely, It’s requite what heights u reach for your country” The patriot inspired all, as he died with grace Eyes closed; flowers lied; unmoved in his place.
Enkindles the life of the parched souls That scavenges in the thirst of care Intervenes the false ones and the fouls With her inordinate love to share
Ok guys… here is the most dark poem i have written… sad to the core types… probably you wont like it too… all i just want to know if it brings out the true emotion (which you may leave in your comment as u feel)… there are 7 episodes in all… i will upload one after another… it is my humble request if you comment on each episode separately and finally after the last episode do let me know your view… thanks again for visiting here… I hope to provide a sensational reading…
Among the stars I see one shine, alone in the end, It looks so still, very small until, I know that one’s my friend For years of support, and friendship intact, I recall The memories of the little gal who stood with me like a wall. In every fads and foibles enroute in my journey of life She was there supporting me, encouraging against all my strife Unknown to me as I succeeded through all difficulties that came, I stood upright, stable and tough; I knew it is a game I won everything & there were many celebrating with me But she was the one standing silent, not flattering me Notwithstanding, I believed she was jealous and selfish, She remained in dark, for a bad friend I had a bad wish. But my conscience protested, heart not ready to agree I came to know my mistakes as my thoughts went free. Her shine was modest, gentle and uncontemporary, She was the light through which a travelled to glory Even then I could not match her values, her strength wide… My emotions of guilt & pride for my best friend, I can’t hide…