Leaf Painting-Gandhiji on a golden path of leaf for a greener pastures in our coming years

Thine soul's longing wait!

When the wings of longing care and strings of loneliness spreads,
Let my thoughts nestle in your soul.

When the kings of waging dare and strings of lifelessness  breeds,
Let my droughts cuddle in your soul.

Poise breeze embracing my moments,
Noise creeps disgracing my laments,
Lost thine soul in search of your thoughts!

A bright Sun's rays is no maze for me than your essence,
A might Moon's  grace is no maze for me than your presence.

Your Pearls of invisible care flowing across thine aura,
Your miracles of invincible flair glowing across thine aura.

Its barely unimaginable for my heart to think that you are far from me, as my soul always nestles with your thoughts!

Egg Shell Ornate-Country side lad's expedition!

Of late the world is buzzing with words like  ECO-FRIENDLINESS, ENVIRONMENTAL CELEBRATIONS, CONSERVATIONS, PRESERVATIONS, GREEN etc.. blah blah...Lets do from our home itself how to create few of artefacts from the materials which we land them to the trash bin after its usage.

The above Egg shell painted ornate piece is just a minute paragon of our resourceful and Environmental friendly thinking that each and every individual can possess.You need'nt conduct or participate in such Hi-fi pompus ENVIRONMENTAL programs to show your concern towards Mother Nature. Instead try such simple creations from your home itself.I feel that you get boundless joy when you bring a CREATION  out of NON- EXISTENT entity to the world which is about to be perished.

Lets Cherish rather than perish!

Lord Krishna-Soap Carving!

Heart residing in Heart:)-Crayon sculpture

The silent echo of COFFEE!

The silent echo of coffee….
This is a context of how a coffee bean feels when it has been abandoned in a perforated can by his master and not being used in coffee making. The thrills it did not witness when it was in use, it has been now witnessing the daily petty events through the perforations in that can when it was in prisoned like a criminal in dungeon.

  My aroma frothed with milk,
My aroma sweetened with sugar, senses taste buds of thine Sire in poise for the day.
 Thyself in brown pellets form mingling with milk and sugar in joy.
Thyself in brown pellets form jingling with silk and messenger in convoy relaxed at the bay.

I hear the tapping notes of rain water,
I hear the rustling notes of leaf litter,
I hear the bustling notes of bee twitter in spite of being locked in a rusted perforated can! 

I hear the flying notes of vibrant kite,
I hear the soothing notes of nonchalant flute,
I hear the rhyming notes of infant cute in spite of being blocked in a crusted humiliated can!

Fumbling in the can of death since eons,
Trembling with the man of wreath since eons,
I heaved a sigh of relief when a kid unlocked the lid of dungeon.
 

Mom's Miracle Soul's tale

The years of toil you have put,
the tears of royal you have cut for me was sky bound.

The fears of spoil in my childhood,
the prayers of loyal in my adulthood for me was spell bound.
The lulls of love you showered,
the smells of  care you flowered for me was awe bound.

O’ My beloved mom how can I portray my love to you when I am at oceans far?
O’ my beloved mom how can I display my care to you when I am at star gaze  afar?

I may be at oceans far,
I may be at star gaze afar,
Yet my heart’s home resides in your cuddling wrap.

I may be sleeping on softy couch,
I may be creeping on lofty couch,
Yet my soul’s doze resides in your cuddling lap.

Your tender touch you lay on my forehead,
Your slender vouch you pray on my every stead is the Lord’s pleasing creation of the universe!

World Environment Day--World carved on an APPLE

World carved on apple! On this eve of Environment day, Lets switch over from i-pod, i-phone, i-pad. to i-save, i-green and i-preserve mode to sustain our planet:)

Dancing belle....Glass Painting!

Sunkissed dancing belle.....

Tweety my sweety....Glass painting!

Those nostalgic longing days of Slyvester and tweety mysteries....:(

Petty Wall hanging made out of key chains....

Radha kaise na jale...Pencil Sketch!

Colours of mom's luv ....Glass painting!

My parents anniversary....

The hardships and adversities you endured for us.

The kith & kinship’s relations you nurtured for our joint family.

The friendship & moralities you benchmarked has set a paragon of a “Couple’s selfless life” for the family.
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May your togetherness persists like a perennial river.

Love you Mom & Dad....
Happy Wedding Anniversary!
Itlu nee priyamaina,
Koduku & Koothuru :)

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