Tuesday, June 26, 2012

A Featherless Bird

One fine Friday, a life was born,

Through hundreds of days, and

With plenty of love, was raised

To become what I was then.

 

Like a bird, ready to take off

Into the world, was let

Into the arms of the others,

They enjoyed my music,

 

As a song sung by the nightingale,

Then one by one, slowly,

Tore me apart, like the precious

Feathers of a peacock.

 

Torn, empty, lifeless, alone I sit,

I look inside of me, and enquire,

“Is there anybody there?”

And this is what I am now.

 

# I love reading random poetry, but only Carry On Tuesday motivates me to take some time out and write some of my own in this fast paced world. Cheers to fellow writers and poets!

Monday, June 25, 2012

Go Fly Birdie!!!

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For all the colours that filled my life in school time..Reminisce those lovely days! A blast from the past for all my Sunday Sketches.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever.

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Sorry for the dark picture, bad lighting… Anyway recently i got back to the simplest joys of life, like pencil sketching and watercolours. This one here is in watercolours. Hope someone from Sunday Sketches will like it, i undoubtedly do. Smile