Painting – Acrylic

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Those days. …

Prayer-Training-Day-pic

What is this feeling of uneasiness?
My hair, the bed, it’s a mess,
Oh Allah what is this test?
Now I am tired and I want to rest,
Please help me overcome my anger and give me the best,
Why does this heart feels heavy in my chest?

I can’t explain this agony,
Oh Allah, give me some remedy.

Bring me closer now I can’t walk,
My lips move but I can’t talk.
It feels like i am lost in a dense fog,
But I do feel light when I sob.

So will this end?
You know in prayer I raise my hand.

Something does happen like it’s magic,
Like a laughter in tragic.

Unbelievable I believe,
But at times I can’t take the grief,

In front of you I like to weep,
Even if my scars are deep,
I find salvation when I am weak,
It’s the earth that i want to leave.

Oh Allah, patience is what I seek,
Sometimes my future seems bleak,
I know what we sow is what we reap,
But my heart is a stubborn child,
Finding it’s way through the wild.

So bring me back my sanity,
Life is nothing but imaginary,
The hurt will still hurt,
But don’t flowers still bloom in dirt…

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…

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