My version of mandala art … With nebula at it’s core and ever expanding universe ….always watching over us, letting us flourish under it’s shed.
My first art work on Canvas …. Wishing Priyanka Verma and Vennkatraman Parameswaran, a very happy married life!
In the harmonious eutaxy of heaven
delusion of plutocracy faded
afflatus surged through him
consciousness sunk into abeyance
and lucida was to set down;
nowhere but in his heart.
Borne upon the shaft of glory
consciousness hit his naivety
and he started carolling with birds
gliding with the wind;
when lodestone imbued affection
caressed his soul.
Liberated from all albatross
now he is riding the clouds
sailing through the sky
crossing the unseen boundaries
reaching for lofty limits
to touch the ecstasy of euphoria.
Wait and watch the whiz kid or follow your heart!
If this road does not lead you to your destination, know that there is a turn at the end of this road … so keep walking.
– Thought courtesy Amit Yadav
Her love for thyself betrays her the most
Her hatred hates her the most
Her shadows enlarges to dwarf her down
Tornado of thoughts shrinking her existence
Emotions flood up and demons of grief splutters the vile.
It is then a star shoots up
with a promise to cheer her up.
To bring the light of love to her
a touch of care to her mind and soul.
and to kill the demons of her life.
Now the demons are gone
and she miss hanging on with them
she miss the words of it
none of which could be real
but still sounded better than the reality itself.
And she wonders if she is missing the demon itself or its happy cavort.
She closed her eyes searching for the answer,
lingering through the geminated joy and sorrow
of life perceived to be lived with demons
and suddenly eternity strikes her
ghost of demon appears for the last time
to plant the final kiss on her temple
for the final hug and a touch to feel loved for her lifetime.
Confused between the angelic nobility of the daemon
and devilous vigor of demons,
she falls prey and is in love with the daemon of demons
wanting nothing but to be daemonized;
wondering for its real identity.
I flourished under your cover like a turtle,
I remained tender & slender
and yet your shield gave me protection and courage
to lurch through the battle of life
and win the race even though better
counterparts competed around me.
I enjoyed all seasons of life under that cover,
unaware that blaze of summer was enough to burn me down,
chill of winter could crack my skin and shudder the core of me through flesh and bone,
pouring joy of autumn could transform into wailing sadness,
and spring would loose all its color someday.
Gravely unfortunate was the day
to find that cartilaginous shell shrinking.
With the shrinking heart I moved out of the shell
and tried to shield what covered me for so long.
I failed and failed miserably to be the shield;
to find my cover loose its voice
insinuating quietness of lifetime into its beloved pride.
I failed and failed miserably to be the cover;
to only watch and witness my cover shrink and nebulize into bundle of memories to cherish for my lifetime