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

Egg art: Play time for kids at shore

Egg art: Dolphins at sunset

FLOWER & LEAVES ART- Gal at dancing spree

FLOWER & LEAVES ART-DUO in love

Damsel

Sai Baba

African village gal

Guy in Chalk

Glass paintings on glass bowls

anonymous bird

Tweety

Flowers at galore on glass

GARFIELD

Wall hanging made of Match box n refurbished fancy jewellery

Spray painted greeting card

Lord ganesh glass painting

Refurbished Biscuit plastic cover pen holder.

SRK-pencil sketching

Caricature of SRK

Mother Teresa -Pencil sketching

Glass painting

Origami-Pen holder

Origami-butterfly

Origami-Flower

Origami-Hearts

Origami- Insect

Origami-frog

Origami-Crane

Glass painting

My fair Lady

Thats My fair lady...

Life' Divine Snippets

Its a day when the dawn's ever  showering warmth hesitated to spread on me.

I know not know my future even with a speck of slightest  god's grace on me.

I know not know how the love has trapped me all these years on me,

Still I know not know why the same love between kith and kin doesn't frighten me.

Wherever, whatever and whomsoever between it is, its the same old gold love.

I know not know why the same love between different souls belonging to  different  world's are at bane.

Still I know not know why the divine tests the love of two different souls.

But a moment occurs when thy heart beats thine soul every moment to flourish forever leading to a relationship.

Thenceforth those sole hearts eagerness to make their love eternal is the beginning of their  new- fangled kinship.

Moon's Blossom

A Nocturne's timeless bliss made my soul to play with moon,

But my longing soul's wish made my day to stay with work boon.

A moon's call to my soul was endearing  as a whole,

But my mom's call to my work was reverberating with a freak zeal.

A glance at moon's face of clarity, purity and alacrity vanishes your pain,

O'moon mesmerize  my mom with your unbound charm chain.

O' Moon I shy away with your sneak peek looks of your face.

O'Beloved moon, I fell in love for your tranquil, pearly and silver blemished face.

But you appear once in a month with your childlike absolute looks to play with your peer stars keeping me at disgrace.

Mummy & me

RADHA KRISHNA -pencil sketch

NEW YEAR SPLASH NOTE books out of Refurbished stuff.

Its quite common for all the students to condemn the old note books of the yesteryears and start with fresh note books and other stuff. But why don't we spare one hour of our schedule in transforming old notes to new ones and use it for future years?You would truly enjoy in making such stuff as its quite interesting and as well as your resource utilization, thinking and creative corner can be enhanced too... 

I had chopped a last year's long note book in to two halves and then wrapped it with fancy gift wrappers, glued some some of the funky and subjective cut outs  from a refurbished magazine and a clothe piece from one of a jute bag. Hence in few minutes I could prepare a pair of NEW YEAR SPLASH NOTE books.

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