Ambient PAPER LAMP HOOD

Spray painted poster-Happy Dushhera!

Goblet-Made of chalk piece

B'day Cake

Penguin- Made of chalk piece

Temple- Made of chalk piece

100TH BLOG POST celebration -(Temple, Penguin, Goblet & cake Made of chalk piece)

Ladies shoe- made out of chalk piece

Hand Bag- made of chalk piece

Indian Couple

Furnitures all at a glance

COZY COT

BPL television with REMOTE CONTROL

Cool sofas

Mighty Ant's Parade

Summer’s pinching burns near hillside stay,

Drummer’s inching turns near mill side bay,

Ants queued up with revolt in sloppy way.

Months of ant’s famishment and mammoth’s of cockroach’s nourishment,

In thy hilly clan fumed with anger in pour.

Ants in black and ants in red marched at thy hilly lane.

Cockroaches in slack, and Cockroaches in hatred perched at thy hilly insane.

Ants in arms and ants in battle encroached at thy hilly lane.

Cockroaches in harms, and Cockroaches in rattle couched at thy hilly insane.

Mighty hilly Lord poised on thy rock,

Flighty silly horde fazed with thy flock.

Hours of grimace in thy hands of ants,

With thy Pours of efface in thy lands of ants,

Roars of solace from ants up roared with favored word of thy hilly Lord!!

Incense stick‘s dance.

Dawn of thy day when dew soaked sapling wagging its leaf,

Lawn of thy day when crew peeked blabbering raging its grief,

Mom’s hands lessened thy sense with holy incense.

Incense with its fragrance is bouncy with dance,

Incense with its exuberance is blowy with freelance.

With the misty aroma entwined in graceful moves,

And dusty panorama engulfed with merciful droves,

The innocent incense gambled with the fairy air.

Moments of rejoice of incense’s muses,

Laments of empathize of incense’s refuses,

Drove to an end with its last whiff of harmonious hazy fragrance it aired around.

All at a glance- Chalk sculptures

Hyderabadi Bangle-Chalk carving

Donald Duck- Chalk Carving

Lock-Chalk carving

Philosopher-Chalk carving

Anklet's Meddle

Peach hued foot with glossy skin’s radiance,

Beach lulled roots with mossy rinses diffidence,

past through an abandoned tank.

Glue struck blue smeared the sky and ocean with mirth,

Flue struck rue feared the ply and session with lifeless birth.

Village damsel in gown played with sand castles at shore,

Foliage sea shell in drown grayed with band whistles at fore.

Hip, hop, hop thy gal’s gaze grabbed the tank.

Slip, slop, slop thy pal’s sand grains unraveled anklets bank.

Mellifluous dewy tinkles on the anklet,

Superfluous chewy jingles on the anklet,

Mislead the damsel to charms of lying casket.

To the lancing rays of sun, the dancing gay of damsel glistened with anklets decked on her feet.

Radhekrishna

Shiv Linga in White

Tale of Eyelashes

To thee vision of my sire, I always protect his eyes in aspire.
To thee aggression of my sire, I always retrospect his dines in retire.
To thee submission of my sire, I always introspect the pines he desire.
To thee revolution of my sire, I always suspects the lines he require.
 Votes of gory, bloodsheds of slavery were never his play,
Instead notes of glory, hood shields of bravery were his only play.
 Thunderous hooligans raging past the forest to raid my sire,
Tumultuous bandwagons waging fast in unrest to raid my sire,
are eager to grab blue eyes of my sire.

Hideous eyelashes along with its wavy locks concealed the gaze of enemy,
Tedious vie thrashes with heavy knocks revealed the faze of envy.
 Momentary fall of dreary night   to camaflouage the enemy’s sight,
Pleasantry call of hearty might to message the gloomy night,
That Thine sire’s sedentary blue eyes crave to hide in thy lap of eye lashes to the loony fight’s plight.
 

Galloping Fishes

Chuckle of mom's pickle

Longing days of spices,
Binging ways of minces were my daily flavors.

Dabbling pays of chances,
Mumbling says of nuisances, were my smiley savors.

Failing rays of hope,
Wailing ways of cope became my dully favors’.


Stitching till sundial rests for the day,
Switching till perennial tests for the may,
were my souls only allay.

To relish my taste buds with maze of life,
To Cherish  my haste thuds with gaze of life
Heard a knock at my door.

Bravo!  Thyself chuckled with glee as the trickle of pickle dozed with my taste buds….
 

Bunch of Droopy Wings

Fall of wings on the eve of sting,
Hall of wings on the believe of ring,
were the only maze of a fly. 

Crawls of shower on the eve of rain,
Brawls of power on the leave of pain,
were the only faze of a fly.

 Trails of fever on the eve of stain,
Burials of clever on the cleave of abstain,
were the only gaze of a fly.

Shivers of lovers on the eve of complain,
Rivers of givers on the sleeve of regain
were the only blaze of a fly
Nevertheless the wings of sustain shalt bow to thee rain in vain even though its pain.

Pen Holder - With Refurbished items

Pen holder out of cream dabba, apple covering, refurbished fancy pendant, bangle, choc wrappers and kundans

Calf & Cat’s Nocturnal Stroll..

Cat:            On a night’s glow …

                   When hazy wind following across my senses,

                   And  lazy mind borrowing across my glances, my paw paused for a moment.

Calf :          On a night’s flow …

                   When daisy wind narrowing my fences,

                   And Fancy mind cornering my stances, my jaw paused for a moment.

Cat:           Like a whispering rumor rolled down with the glitzy mane.

Calf:          Like a thundering armor strolled down the gusty lane,

Cat :           Thyself like a solo conqueror frisked on the way.

Calf:           Thyslef like a halo emperor risked on the bay.

Calf :           Flash of fiery pair of eyes shuddered me  in thy shadowy night.

Cat           Flash of gory pair of horns quivered me in thy blowy flight.

 

Cat:           Chants of pray to free from prey,

Calf:          Grants of pray to spree from grey were the only savior.

Cat:           With a lash of Moon’s glow thyself saw the calf at gaze.

Calf::         With a splash of Moon’s glow thyself saw the cat at maze.

And slowly Nocturne’s stroll at the lane fazed like a dew’s fade at mid-day…   

See-saw play time for Village gals

Yearned Yarn of a Needle

Swinging from fabric to fabric is my obsession,
Entwining from rustic to rustic is my maid’s profession.

Crowning in thy silky fabric is my passion,
Drowning in thy silky fabric is my maid’s fashion. 

I am embossed in flowery threads like rosary beads,
Yet I am engrossed in jittery feeds like watery weeds.

I am lost to a lad in the nearby street,
Yet I am frost to a lad in the nearby greet.

Once used for embroidery in fabric, thence used for jugglery in tragic.
Once sewed for revelry in magic, thence used for chivalry in frolic.

Yet I am cheery to rock with the lad’s frantic music.

Viju is offering Coffee on a handkerchief

Eco-Ganesha

Jai Jai Ganesha...Any work commenced will begin wid da Mere mention and chants in ur praise..Ganesha made out of refurbished items like Lindt choc wrappers,white threads,earings,kundans, gift card box & paints...May Lord Ganesha enjoy these 11 daysss to da fullest...:):)