Weaving my imagination into words. My own creation

21 | Love to know People | Poetry Lover | Passion for writing | Enjoy Painting | Lawyer in making.

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Painting soothes my memoir!!

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Memories!!!

Gathering memories of past, I was in 7th standard, summer vacations, my boredom pulled me to draw the painting of Lord Shiva..

The memories of past enkindle in my mind.

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My Aspirations, My Dreams!!!!!

I was looking for one thing, but I didn't recognize where to seem.

I searched for so long, and all my time it took.

What was I searching for, or what was searching for me?

My eyes I kept open, but I simply couldn't see.

I didn't recognize what was wrong.

I thought I was going insane.

I prayed to God to relinquish me a signal.

I waited and waited, but the signal never came.

Finally, one day it happened.

I found what I was searching for.

Am I positive this can be what I was searching for?

Or was it something that I missed?

When I looked into the eyes, I saw an aspiration looking back,

This was something that I've been searching for, was real gift from God above.

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A hand, sewing my dreams!

A shore in my nonage, where I started building;

I build a card house but a horror pinned it; then a hand castled it.

Wondering around, tasting the fruits of friendship, Karakatoa disrupted it; a hand bridged it.

At my almamater, exploring the paths and ways to class, there was a hand holding me.

A shelter in my teenage, where I started learning;

Learning the ideas and grammar, a hand supported me.

Bum out by the spells of bush, a hand taught me the values sentiments.

Torn by the instructor, a hand awarded me with a mirror.

A castle to my vision, where I started exploring;

I excavated and carved my dreams, a hand glorified it.

I shunned my passion, a hand guarded it.

Tears graved me like a catacomb, a hand broke it to make me run azure on the fields.

I visioned to be a judge, a hand, my friend boosted me.

A hand became my window to the map, riding with me to civilsed domes, carving out the best in me and sewing my dreams, laying down a path smoothened with Coal Tar.

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A waterfall painting. I wondered if I could be able to.

To give it kick start to scenery and serenity I tried my first nature painting.

Umm...the video depicts that how I geared up myself for this painting.

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Painting soothes my memoir..

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This poem is dedicated to one of my friend from my place but we met in college. His support in the college is a backbone for me.

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COVID-19 and Lockdown (speed breaker) persuaded us to put a brake to our accelerated lives. But this speed breaker is actually knocking us to ambulate ourselves and to enjoy what we like to do. This brake paddle is to help you to rejuvenate and not to quench yourself with the hammer of depression.

During this lockdown which initially trapped me reckoning about What to do? Everything has just stopped. But soon I received a Call from my hobby i.e painting.

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This poem is an earmark to the jewels of my life i.e. my friends.

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In the memory of my Grandma.

My Grandmother passed away last year due to multiorgan failure. Thinking about her I made her portrait.

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During this lockdown which initially trapped me reckoning about What to do? Everything has just stopped. But soon I received a Call from my hobby i.e painting.