It’s the moments when you have to sing aloud and talk aloud!
Run through the dust and remove the shroud
That’s been troubling you all this far
Run through your yard and be the shining star
Because its who you are
That matters more to the world and your family
No matter how powerful you are
Your dreams are your reality
Because they make you move
They make you strive for it
And the beat of the happiness around you makes you groove
Don’t be bothered by these small zits
They fade away, be happy
Sorry for the sketches people! Kind of Addicted to it!
The flow of energy as her body sways across the stage
The grace created by every emotion she gives
Entices all the young bloods oh the rage
Thinking about this, which the artist saw
He was left with a monotonous awe
He takes out his canvas and starts to think
He looks at the canvas without a blink
If i am a failed artist
What can i create on this canvas?
I have the visual in my head
But my hand isn’t flowing
It’s as hard as a dried out brush
Where the hell is the inspiration?
All is lost except for the aspiration
I think its not, the power and beauty of her presence
Is making my hand free of its chains
The paint, the canvas and the brush are a part of me
And my vision of re creating the image with them is what i want the world to see
To all those faces who have made me laugh, cry,booed,made fun off,and just were there and went away. There are always people who make you who you are; contribute to your character build up. You feel like letting them go, be faded memories but they just don’t go because they are encoded in you; a part of you. For me to convey my emotions to you in not a great artistic form is make the faces cartoons, why? Because they are much simpler to understand. Beauty can be comprehended and given importance to the simpler things in life as well.
I have taken inspiration from the Demon King Ravana from the epic “Ramayana”.
Perplexed with a lot of anxiety and anger and dwindling emotions, there is a lot one can say about life at every moment.
Pictures don’t really matter
If they are in focus and they are perfect
It’s horrendus with an attitude which signifies the latter
An emotion is what captures a thousand hearts
Which pierces like a thousand darts
Anything which settle anybody down
Is a warm ever lasting hug
Which gives you the warmth of a woolen rug
And kicks in the high unlike anyother drug
So if anyone aproaches you personally
It would signfy if you are a hugger or a bugger
Because everyone’s like a family
Every moment we make it bigger
The love for love and the vengance for it
Gives the world the shakes
To settle the score and to contain it
A little hug is all that it takes
Here is to that Sunday Sunset where one feels bored and lazy and has nothing but the sky to look on to as an inspiration. It feels amazing when you sit on your terrace and feel the cold mixture of hot summer breeze while the sun sets and the clouds move like the returning cattle into the farm house. I am amused by the way the birds fly by the sun, as they soak up the last bit of warmth to survive and last the night. The bustling city has nothing but ignorance with few admirers sitting on their terraces and watching the finale of the sky. The Canvas in the sky is decked up with a beautiful disarray of colors and artistic designs. The breeze is just the air blown by the artist to trickle down few colors and to dry them off. How wonderful it is to have the open sky as the canvas of life. People tend to miss out on such scenic wonders, or maybe they don’t; that’s why we have Sundays.