On A Moonlit Night.

On a moonlit night he strolled for some  fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldn’t help but stare! Dressed in white, she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze. What does your favorite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike….

If you were an artist

If you were an artist, How would u paint me? Would you fill all colours of your choice? Or patiently observe mine? Would you rigidly make abstract? To quickly fill in the lines? Or would you focus especially on details? While you take your time? Would you use vibrant paints? Or simply shades of grey?…

The gift

Beautiful! Sleek and slender! Glowing eyes with a delicate heart The glass never reflected this before Because she only looked closely Through its shattered pieces She was whole once again As he turned the mirror towards her He gifted her The gift of self love. -Tracy Reid

The night.

Night had fallen. Laying on the grass with flowers in her hair which was imperfectly braided by him. The night stood still as ever. A few birds now and then chirruping, could be heard. The scent of the daisy’s overpowered, amidst the other flowers. As the breeze blew softly and strands of her hair came…

Perfect Imperfections

On a moonlit night he strolled for some fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldnt help but stare,Dressed in white she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze.What does your favourite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike.But silent she…

Watercolour Painting (depicting pollution as a danger of smoking). Say no to cigarettes!!

MESSAGE BEHIND THE PAINTING: Pollution in today’s date has various dimensions. Pollution does not only mean air pollution , water pollution, soil pollution. Smoking cigarettes can cause the pollution of the body, mind and in case of women pollution of a new life. Pregnant women are at greater risk, as smoking during pregnancy could cause…

THE SECRET LOVE STORY.

In the silence of the day, In the pain of the sorrow, In the joy of the rain, He stood by her in it all, unknown to her, He cared for it all, He loved her in secret, He said it all, But in the silence of the day, She could not hear him, But…

LET ME BE LIKE A FEATHER.

“Let me be as a feather. Strong with purpose yet light at heart, able to bend. And, tho I might become frayed, able to pull myself together again.” – Anita Sams CREDIT: This painting has been made by my creative group and me. Bhavya Singh Priyamwada Gauri Dayal Tracy Reid   Words have enormous  power….

DELICATELY BUFFED.

DELICATELY BUFFED. Her silence is not her weakness, It is the stillness in the air, It is the calmness before the storm, The warning that is blared. She is all what is forbidden , She is all what is adored, She is one in a million or trillion, With  an awareness that glows. Don’t mistake…

IN THE CORE OF ALL WEAKNESS LIES STRENGTH DIVINE.

I can cry myself a river and rise back as a storm, and yet you think I am weak? My heart may be fragile but not my courage, I hold an iron will power to win battles of any kind. Yet you think I am weak!   Annadine Charles. ( Dedicated to all you strong…