L&T's pride....Lotus temple Carving on a Cadbury's dairly Milk Choc Wrapper :)

Meri Jodha on PEEpal leaf - Leaf painting !

Gals in frolic...Glass painting!

Rickshaw made out of refurbished stuff like tablet wrappers,clay,sponge,cardboard etc...

Pencil sketch with a crazy mane of a Lad made out of Prill scotch bite....

Pen sketches of Religious architecture on Pencil Scrap

Omnipresence power of God's essence is shown on an exaggerated architecture of all religions using pen sketch

Pink Pen's Ink thoughts...

Wandering with the lines of pages,

Meandering with the mines of sages were my norms.

Rainbow colored masks,

Vain glow favored tasks were my forms.

Quill's companion in adage,

Thrill's minion in rummage were my dorms at grace.

With the Twilight's shimmering embrace of thine face,

Thyself flown with pink thoughts of sire,

Thyself blown with wink droughts of dire, finally rests for soul's solace.

Thine touch of paper mired like a crouch of pamper.

Thine care of paper admired like a fanfare of hamper.

Lord's day ceased on adorning sire's page with words of Love vow.

Lord's day succeeded on adjourning sire's rage with hordes of  Love bow.

Soul's Plight...

I fly across your thoughts,

I cry across your droughts,

Yet you grill my soul with pain.

I fly across your path,

I cry across your wrath,

Yet you fill my soul with insane.

I fly across your aura,

I cry across your flora,

Yet you quill my soul with disdain.

I fly across your dreams,

I cry across screams,

Yet you spill my soul with refrain.

Passing through my rays of disgrace,

Masking through my ways of grimace,

I still await for the solace you grace on me.......

Glass Painting on a Glass

Thine Ear Ring's Parted Tale

Thine pair of ear rings with flair of cheering,
wakes thine ears in haze.

Thine pair of ear rings with glare of fearing,
takes thine peers in gaze.

Their day begins with dawn of gal's dressing room,
Their gay begins with brawn of pal's wrestling room.

They sparkled with silvery blush on thy gal's ears,
They crackled with rivalry crush to romance thy gal's ears.

They flocked together in glee,
They mocked together in flee,
Yet they never favoured together in melee.

They dozed in rusted tin,
Yet they oozed with trusted grin.

Thine Lord's Day parted them when a tinged fate's grimace bounced on them!

Rapunzel's Pencil mire!

In thy lanes of dusty living,
In thy banes of musty striving,
Thine pencil strayed in mire.

In thy flames of gusty diving,
In thy fames of rusty thriving,
Thine pencil astrayed in quagmire.

Thine pencil's enthrall amazed thine books in cage,
Thine pencil's enthrall amazed thine nooks in rage.
Pencil's princely etching on paper,
Is like a pricely fetching eon pampr.

My hair strands befalling on its slender form,
My fair brands befalling its lender norm,
Had lulled thine pencil in cozy sleep dorm of pencil box!

My Dear Peer

Morning sun is thy name of my peer,
Burning fun is thy fame of my peer.

Holy ash on his forehead,
Folly flash in his dare stead, is his only care of address.
Jolly splash on his bore creed,
Trolley food trash in his desk breed is his fare of redress.

His day begins with trades and stocks,
His gay regains with gain in hordes of shares.

Thine work is boredom in his absence.
Thine work is held seldom in his presence.
Yet he is still the morning for the Rising sun of our boss.

Thy lord of zealous humour.
Thy affordable Lord of relentless glamour is very hard to miss the work's flavour.

Silhouette on Refurbished Aluminium foil

GURU NANAK!

Sachin out of MOUNTAIN DEW TIN

GAL on CRAYON

Taj Mahal on " RIN SUPREEME SOAP"

Paper Art Cindrella

Spider Wonder

Strings of silver cobwebs hanging from floor,

Shiverings of fever rob hubs ranging from door,

every time knocked the mob with fear.

A lonely spider strolling on web,

A lamely spider drooling on ebb,

Finally landed in a pensive stub.

Sand grains of wonder,

Bland refrains of blunder were thy staple of spider!

Hand brains of ponder,

Land remains of thunder were thy grapple of spider!

Maid in braid with nasty dusty broom stick,

Laid in raid with hasty rusty groom trick thrashed my web in heaven!

Thump Thud, Thump thud!

I sank on a bird’s nest and grasped for breath.

I dank on a bird’s rest and gasped for wreath.

Opened thine eyes in dread and surprised with glance of baby birds cheers at me!

Fauna@forest

Witch Craft's Doom Spells-Egg Shell painting

Witch craft's doom spells!- Egg Shell Painting...It's said that LIZARDS would vanish from your home if one sports egg shells, instead of sporting it bare one can try out painting on the shell and can make it a decorative piece...Hence it serves three purposes..DECORATIVE, GREEN PROPAGATIVE & Lizards MITIGATIVE!!!

Guitarist made of Aluminium foil:)

Bicyle made of Watch parts like cog,refurbished bangle, band and aluminium foil

Damsel's Solo Moments-PENCIL Sketch

All at a glance: pepsi, sprite, Charminar & Apple

Jingles!

I am brass coloured born from shine's metal,
I am mass cornered grown from shrine's temple.

I sway with the touch of cooly breezes warmth,
Yet I fray with the touch of holy breezes warmth.

With priest's divine chants aura and
With feast's sanguine grants flora thine merry leaped to peak.

Hung from red chain in a sloppy way from cow's neck,
Rung from dread pain in a ropy way from sow's heck.

Passing through the woods I alarm my mate with jingling notes,
Crossing through the woods I disarm my mates with tingling dotes.

Grown at solitary bliss with boundless glory,
Finally frown at monetary miss with mindless fury.

A White Butterfly Clip

Soaring locks drooling past my neck,
Roaring locks ruling past my peck,
was jailed by a gritty clip in might.

In the bazaars of shimmering bangles,
In the bazaars of glittering clips,
there hailed an innocent clip in white.

Like a butterfly's graceful plight in dawn,
Like a dragon fly's raceful flight in lawn,
it lured its fanciful peers in envy.

A glance at the clip, thine lock's thirstiness bred.
A prance at the slip, thine lock's keeness spread.

Thine's penny loss in mass,
Thine's runny toss in crass,
mourned my locks in mulling over the clip.

Bravo! Gusts of mercy kidnapped the clip and dungeoned it in the knight's caressing locks.

Diya Delights out of recycled stuff

Diwali known for its stupendous festivity of illumination of lights, lamps and colourful embellished diyas, is considered one of the most pompous celebration by Indians.Being a responsible citizen, its necessary for us to use the basic concepts like reduce, reuse and recycle themes in creating a colourful diyas at home itself where by we can eliminate the unnecessary stuff and can unearth the creative corner of yours.

Here is a diya made out of plastic cup, glass bottle, fabric paints, kundans and sparkle glue to beautify the the look.

A Stolen Pocket

Born on a trouser made of velvet cloth,
Worn on a precussor made of dulcet loathe.


Petty coins jumped into my lap for refuge,
Nutty comb bumped into my wrap for refuge.


Rinsed with soap for weekly bloom,
Fenced with rope for meekly doom.


I am sported on  my sire and strolled in market,
I am courted on tire and drooled in racket.


Robber in linen peeked my pocket continually,
Pick pocketer in chagrin seeked my pocket perpetually.


Unknown of miser sire, robber's tendered touch vouched me for breath,
Inborn of my wiser dire, pick pocketer's rendered clutch crouched me for wreath.


Folly bent robber ended with a velvet pocket fabric,
Holy dent pick pocketer ended with a brunet pocket's tragic.

A White Painted Crow

I fly neither to a town nor to a city,
I cry neither to a frown or for pity.

Hunting for bits of food stuff,
Punting for pits of brood snuff made innocuous fantasy.

Quenching my thirst in nearby drain,
Drenching my wrist in hereby rain made joyous ecstasy.

Sturdy chap's arty flair bedazzled the wall in glee,
Wordy chap's hearty fair dazzled the pals in flee.

With strokes of White paint on Walls and
Blokes of light taint on Walls striked me to coat my black skin.

With drops of paint falling on floor and
With dollops of paint crawling on my skin, thine bade good bye to old look.

Thine White new look amused my mellow souls,
Thine White new look mused my fellow pals.

My peers awful looks and children's brimful peeks drenched me with vanity,
Alas! The paint got effaced with splash of water thrown by a lad in play.

Feather's Blush

With a long drawn violent breeze at ease,
And a song brawn silent freeze at lease,
There flew a vibrant feather on a gal.

With a splash driven rain blend mist,
And a brash craven lane bend twist,
There grew a jubilant weather on a call.

Mild blush looks of a gal,
Gild hush Brooks of hall,stunned the feather in awe.

Bratty wind's staunch fury,
Patty mind's lunch hurry,came like a tiger's roar.

Gales of terror and pales of thrusts blemished the hall in gaiety.
Tales of horror and whales of mistrusts cherished the quill in sanctity.

Having fallen on lap of damsel's caressed cheek the feather blushed like a knight's maiden kiss at bliss.

Rusted Bell!

       I came to temple with a gentle jingle,
       I claim to mumble with a rental mingle.
        
       I dance with breeze at touch of disciple,
       I glance with freeze at crouch of principle.

       I fly in pride during embellished seasons,
       I cry in stride during famished reasons.
        
       Time flew and my luster effaced,
       sublime grew and my stature disgraced.
        
       Dust and rust accompanied me these evergreen days,
       Mirth and dearth conjured me this evergreen strays.

       Gradually the crust of rust on brim of bell toppled on floor like the tears in fear.

                   

A Salt Biscuit's sleep

 I am dozed for a quarter year in the jar,

 I am frozed for a barter pear in the bar.

I gazed at toddlers, who thronged,

I am amazed at fodders that longed.

I traced the mob that strolled at my shop,

I am braced with sob that enrolled me to hop.

I graced with cheers at the hustling courteous air,

I embraced with tears at the bustling joyous affair.

Thy salt stricken form engraved for enclosure,

and thy halt driven dorm craved for disclosure.

I am grabbed from a petty shop’s glass jar,

and barbed like a nutty bishop’s mass war.

       

Thy lifeless aura in glassy vessel,

Thy guileless aura in crassly meddle,

made me active on getting robbed.

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