The passing hour…

Ignorance is my dear friend,
The world is easier if you pretend,
Because it is a wretched place
And everybody has two face.

The days fall short,
At times, In my agony I rott,
When the moonlight shines through the sky,
In the quietness of the night i ask myself why?

The burden i feel is heavy,
Detachment is hard with all this gravity,
Through hatred I am alive,
Without it, how would I even survive.

But my emotions play funny,
My days are not always sunny,
Darkness is my refuge,
Between right & wrong am confused.

Tired as I may sound,
Believe me am bound,
To breathe this very air,
Sometimes it’s my existence I can’t bear.

Under the soil I’ll be buried,
Only then I will be freed,
So let my death reach me soon,
I can’t stand looking at another moon…

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A saint or a sinner?

Sinner by the day,
A saint by night,
In front of the mirror,
I see an ugly sight.

My heart is remorseful,
My soul is hurtful,
But I consume the guilt,
Back again I dwell in the filth.

I wonder if there is an end,
The world has given me no friend.
Bones to ashes,
At night i see haunted flashes.

Come to my rescue,
And save me from this hell,
But the world asks me for my soul,
In exchange I only get a burning coal.

But when the night falls,
In the silence someone calls,
My heart quivers,
And my lips whisper.

The eyes swallow the ocean,
And i don’t allow any intrusion,

In the moment of quietness,
Prayers touch the lips,
And I am broken into every bits.

Autumn

This beauty here really made me happy 😀 I was in good spirits while painting it which does makes a difference 😉 So this is Autumn and this little piece is a watercolor and acrylic painting i did on my recently purchased watercolor pad. I love how vibrant it turned out. Of course i googled for inspiration and found a picture/painting like this so i decided to paint it myself. I am not sure who was the owner of that picture/painting because i randomly came across while googling. Nevertheless, once it was done i wanted to gift it to my dear friend who was instantly in love with it. So it was officially framed, sealed and delivered to her the other day 😀

#Acrylic #Watercolors

Wall of inspiration.

I have been playing with pigments for quite sometime now and have been stacking my amateur art in a bag. It was annoying looking at them like this. So one day i decided to just stick them all up on my wall near my desk where i paint. I guess its a sort of inspiration wall now. I see my work and get some motivation; to paint often, to improve, to get ideas and most of all to be happy. 20171103_015058.jpg

Sunset or sunrise?

So this is random painting i did only because i wanted to try out my new watercolor pad which i recently bought. I tried and tested it; it was great. I never knew their was a different paper used specifically for watercolor painting :O well i guess we learn something new everyday huh. So as you all know i love to play around with colors so this was something random. I think it was pretty fascinating trying out pigments on this water color pad because the feel of it was totally different as in it was more like the water would absorb in it and spread out easier compared to the normal sketch pad which i previously used as my only notepad to paint. What i love about this pad was that it made shading so much easier and fun. Mixing colors was a big task using that sketch pad not because i was doing it wrong but because i was using the wrong tool. Well, nevertheless its always fun to paint.

#watercolor #Acrylic #Art

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Myanmar’s Rohingya.

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O’ people of Rohingya,
You’re the fallen heroes;
You’re like those tiny seeds
That will grow.
The tables will turn,
No more will the ashes burn,
So strengthen your faith,
If they want they can hate.
Fear them not;
They will be caught,
In the court of the greatest,
Under the light of the fairest.
So be like a knight,
Do not give up but fight,
Fight till you die,
Your place will be in Jannah so high.
Humanity is asleep,
Looking at them don’t you weep?
Wake-up kingdom of the blind,
Think from your heart and not mind.
Embrace them with your open arms;
Don’t you want to share your flowering farms?
So let not the blood spill,
Let them not be killed.
O’ People of Rohingya,
Do not let the hope slide,
Hold on to it tight,
For you’re in our hearts,
Even if your soul departs.