The afternoon of a summer day,
With wind blowing towards the bay
She’d walk miles and away
Watching the clouds as they turn grey
The sweat on her forehead,
As she walks with small footsteps
Pondering about her existence
Asking why life is a pretense?
Not knowing what to expect
Its the hard work she respects
Hoping one day to break the chains
But she remembers somethings when it rains.
Days go on as one by one
And the time slips and run.
Leaving her old & wise
Its the journey that matters
Not the miles.
The sun descends and the night falls
The voices in her head dances and calls.
Closing her eyes, she cant sleep
It’s hard watching her eyes weep.
If i knew how to stop the bleed
Years would feel shorter than a leap
Thousand times I have died
Watching her smile
As she lied,
Hiding her emotions so easily
Making them believe foolishly
But I can’t take it no more
Now my eyes are soar
And I have become a burning coal.
My ashes are on the ground
Its dreadful as it sounds
Goodbye for as we’ll meet again,
Perhaps on a summer day
I promise our lives wont be grey!
Sunset or sunrise both are breathtakingly beautiful isn’t ? Nature in itself is whole.. perfection. And on a piece of paper it can still bring out the most though my art skills are no where perfect 😛 but when the colors meet magic happens. #acrylic
I love watching colors mix with each other. Its beautiful. This is another piece i did just to have fun and enjoy the colors of the sky.
No matter how many times you paint, it makes you fall in love with it all over again. This is just another of my acrylic painting i did few months back. Nothing extraordinary just my hobby to play with colors. #Acrylic
Morning to noon
I asked the night to come soon
To rest my agonizing soul,
Inside me was a burning coal.
Never did i notice
my heart was torn into pieces,
Mending it would only break
That’s why I wanted someone to take.
And throw it in the lake
But it came to me every time
As if forgiveness wasn’t ready to accept my crime.
Can i blame my hilarious fate?
It taught me how easy it was to hate.
And when the night would befall
uneasiness would recall,
from within my mind
i couldn’t escape even if i was blind.
felt enveloped in the arms of hell
this is one of my stories that i want to tell.
So I did this project of painting terramundi money pots few months back for friends and family. It was something different from what i usually do (which is good).I used acrylic paints and oil paints. My love for keeping a money pot was revived once again although i didn’t really put an effort to save a penny in it at all 😐 😛 but nevertheless this was seriously enjoyable and whats more great is that they all loved it 🙂
Its been a while since i posted anything on my beloved blog. I am guilty and i want to make up for this. Days passed quickly and year 2016 ended without me realizing. I had stuff to share yet i delayed on it and they pilled on in my cell phone. I’ll be posting at the earliest possible. For now am out of words but only that i hope to write more, paint often and share things for which i created this page for.