The Royal Touch!

Glass Paintings are one art form that I thoroughly enjoy exploring...Not an expert in it...But have always loved spending time with those glossy colors whenever I could!

This painting was my surprise parting gift for a dear friend (Tintu, am talking about U :->> ) when I had left Chennai in 2008. And what a thrill it was, when I quite unexpectedly spotted it displayed - right after my return to Chennai after all these years!! :) 

Meet Mr. Jokomo - The Biceps Specialist! ;)

Mr. Jokomo is the outcome of my idiation about a Gym enthusiast - lazy to do anything other than the biceps workout ...!! Thats the reason why he looks the way he does... :->>

Its a simple scribble and draw attempt in paint brush...So there is absolutely nothing complex about it!!!

Been quite a while since tried something light as this....Am happy I finally got the push to do so...;)

The Reel of Times

Numb! Thats exactly how I feel,

Passing through this strange reel!

The reel of times - gobbling the peace of mind,

Like a fiend, so cruel 'n unkind!

Wish there were more light,

To show a way through this plight!

Wish, there was more strength,

To hold on to hopes - through its entire length!

Maybe, its all part of a tricky old game,

To show new meanings of life - not so lame!

A fresh perspective to look through,

Shared with intentions, so noble and true!

And take your soul to a greater height,

That lets you look down upon, with a gleaming might!

Written on: July 11, 2011

Only Daughter

Never ever my lord,

Bless someone with an "only" daughter

With the fate to board,

On to some distant land

Leaving the longing hearts of her parents,

Crave for her closeness every day, every moment!

A Reason To Live

Hardships are abundant, throughout one’s life,
Forcing to drift the mind, and take a deep dive –
Within the sieved darkness, drying up the desire to survive,
In a world left with mere despair and strife!
Just one reason to live,
Will help to take a stride and outlive -
All sorts of merciless barrage,
Infusing the inconceivable courage,
To move on in the journey called life!


Think of the mothers, who lost their son,
In battles that countries boast of having won.
They are left with nothing other than tears -
That burns the heart with painful flares.
Memories are but powerful steers,
To pull them out of their darkness and grieves.
Nurturing those memories will eventually give,
The strength to hold on and a reason to live!


Look at the mountains close-by,
Facing the extremes with their head high
God left them as examples for those who sigh,
To gather inspiration from and boldly live by!


Think of the orphans, who never saw their dear ones,
The unfortunates who never tasted life's innocent funs,
Life for them, is an emotional battle to live up to -
With no colorful memories to cling on to.
The desire to make a true identity,
Could rule their mind that scorns the pouring pity!
No wonder if this urge alone could pull,
The best in lives otherwise left dull.
And take them on a blistering drive,
So full of reasons to live and thrive!


Look at the sky, where stands the lonely Sun,
Spreading sunshine, accompanied by none.
Heed least - the thoughts of “How you are”,
It is “Who you are” that makes you shine like the mighty star!


Written on: 22-May-2011

WHY?

A little light seeps inside,

Through the window near my bedside!

At the knock of the beaming ray,

The doors of my eyes open the way!

Losing grip from the thread of dream,

In vain - the mind crave to stay with its vivid stream!

First to realize when the senses stuck,

Was a heavy heart, that kept pulling the reigns of thoughts…

To the reality that ripped the mind with a piercing tuck!

Until the night before, enjoying the blessings of being a “mother",

Life seemed heavenly, with hopes climbing up - till the skies!

And here I lie now, with an empty womb and eyes –

Swollen with beheld tears and aching sighs!