Farmer's Salty Life

Those were the days, people crowned me as life giver,

Those were the days; paddy proved me as rife doer.

These are the days, people frowned me at my debts,

And these are the days; paddy drowned me at my frets.

Those were the days, where rains fun filled my crops,

Those were the days, where pains fan fared my sobs.

These are the days, where rains thwarted at my fields,

And these are the days, where pains clowned at my shields.

Tears of salt and smears of rusty fault are my daily chores,

Fears of halt and peers of thirsty revolt are my daily gores.

Lingering for an aid in this deathly degrade,

Soaring for a fade in this stealthy wade.

The Yellow Cycle's Craze

I am born a decade's ago,

but I am still grown at a facade's ego.

I am decked in silly yellow,

but I am still freckled by a gritty fellow.

I am frisked in floody lanes,

but I am still brisked in bloody insanes.

I am thrown in a race at Land lord's maze,

Thine adorned in freckles of jungles and spectra of mirror is ready to play.

I am blown in grace at enemy's disgrace,

Thine applauded  in tinkles of medals and fevor is sleepy to lay.

Now with the fall of moon's glow ,

and call of stars flow made me to doze on yellow pillow.

The Twisted Bangle's Travel

Bangle:                      Miles of travel in the hamlets of living,

                                Whales of marvel in the oceans of being,

                                there lived a crave for me to land on  a hand.

Criminal:                  Trials of mingle in the prisons of hating,

                               Ordeals of trouble in the seasons of brooding,

                               there lived a grave for me to land on sand.

 Bangle:                  Surreals of tinkle were the fanfare I maze,

Criminal:                Travails of dangle were the nightmare I face.

Bangle:                    I am gifted and cuddled by a gal,

                              In vain, I am twisted and robbed by a criminal,

Criminal:                I am bankrupted and ditched by a pal,

                             No brain, I seized the diamond bangle & killed a gal.

Bangle:                  I am thrown in hamlet at the gross of loneliness.

Criminal:              I am blown in torment at the loss of lifelessness.

Bangle:                  I shall wait for a hand to escort me.

Criminal:              I shall date for a band to escort death to me.

Miniature World Cup 2011 -Wax Sculpture

One of the India's pride moment in 2011 has been witnessed after 26 yrs with the conquering of the World Cup in Cricket by our Indian team.I take pleasure dedicating to the MASTER BLASTER SACHIN TENDULKAR and Indian team with this wax sculpted MINIATURE WORLD CUP!!! Jai Ho India!!!

Aura of Rain's Aroma

With the spells of rain,

My Tread fast breezy locks started dancing with glee and running at free.

With the fragrance of rain,

My ever mundane soul started prancing with bee and dreaming at sea.

With the mists of rain,

My fellow buds started showering with me and bouncing at spree.

With the voice of rain,

My feet started tapping at its beat and flapping water every greet.

With the gusts of rain,

My Wind chime started mapping music at gain and draping its mystic every lane.

Hurray! With the mecry of rain,
My long waited sunday ended gaping at rain and rapping insane.

Lets make GREENER pasture on EARTH...

Off Late GREEN is the buzz word these days...I could convey through this MOSAMBI FRUIT ART...To convert our PRESENT dwindling GREEN on EARTH to a GREENER side for our FUTURE generations...V Njoyed..so lets our FUTURE Generations to Njoy by making our EARTH GREEN :):) 

Crazy art new art with fruits n veggies!!!!

Krishna @ Yashoda...

Colors of Classical dancer:)

Looking forward for happy momentsss:):)

After a long gap of 15 dayysss i got to com bak to my hobby