Weekly Photo Challenge - Beloved Finally I introduce you guys to Gabbana. She is second prettiest dog to Ginnie, and also her sister. She is a huge dog as compared to Ginnie who is rather short and tiny. Just like her brother Dolce, she also was a rowdy bitch at a time but now has… Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge – Beloved #5
Weekly Photo Challenge : Beloved Next on my gang is my prettiest female dog "Ginnie", from the brand Giny and Jony. She is Dolce's sister and the prettiest of them all. She has a very elegant walk, style of walking, expressive face. She eats at an extremely slow pace so it takes hell lotta time… Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge : Beloved #4
"I smile, I laugh and I grin, on the face I weep, I cry and tear up, under this glaze Its a masquerade; where all is pretend A lie; which is but the truth Its a jolly facade that I carefully extend To find my way; against my strife that impairs my vision and infects… Continue reading A Tale of Masquerades
Last entry for this weeks photo challenge. Also goes with today's prompt, one of reasons for cavity, but who cares? its cookies! Some mouth watering cookies anyone? So, I have a ton of college work, so that's all for today. Have a nice day. 🙂
"This mind of a mad man is mind of a lover you don't understand, but he falls in love every second of the day every decade of the universe Fears, tears falling from the eyes from the scrutiny following the skies he weeps, he tears, he roars like a wild untamed beast, ready to… Continue reading Mad Mind
"My state of mind Mad, Paralleled Stuffed with emotions Untethered, unrelaxed Poignant, yet meloncholy An ominous blanket Inscrutable destiny My state of mind Ferocious, untamed Running wild, like an innocent child Probably exiled By thorns of life An Inscrutable life My state of mind Big chunk of irrevocable nothingness Flat in this world… Continue reading This state of mind
Because.... At the end of the day we all stand black against the falling sun. "When the sun sets, the world stands black Unified, together, against the falling hero No race, no color, no whites, no blacks No rich, no poor No battles, no jealousy Everyone’s just a black shadow; silence No detail, simply outlined… Continue reading Sometimes black is good
"Walking in this stormy desert Big drops of water lowering my comfort Hands tucked in, shoulders slouching This bitter cold air is on my skin scratching It tries to overpower me But it doesn't know I stand in this shining sea My heart is my warmth, my emotions keep me warm Its flames are my… Continue reading Walking in this stormy desert
Plucking off that little petal....oh how easy was it for you silent....numb... an eerie peace....all I was left with which u created... plucking out that lag piece, callously, that destitute piece of emotion Tottering the horizon, suffering the nuances of pain, regret and laconism A petal which once shined bright as sun caressed it… Continue reading Prejudiced Love
Hey everyone welcome to Artful Saturdays. This is one of my weekly segments where I share a new creative piece every week. This week is a mandala pattern I created using poster colors.
Loophole, in a loop Or through a loop Either way it’s a loop Looped around its own loophole Through these courses And rising through these wales If not for the looped loopholes There wont be any loopholes To loop these unlooped loops on Knitting.
In life we face so many kinds of situations but fail to react at them. Those unexpressed static emotions build up in your head and get stuck. You see them everyday, but don't notice. You wish to go back to them but can't do it.
What thought does this picture evoke on you? Image clicked at Corniche Beach, Abu Dhabi.
Often I come across this news in Tv or social media, about owners abandoning their old dogs, because they couldn't take care of him. They gave you happiness and joy for nothing, for so many years and when it's time to pay the effort back, people do this. In a country like India, owning a… Continue reading Abandonment.
Two most powerful warriors are patience and time. -Leo Tolstoy Undulating movements It never stops A never ending phenomenon It seems meloncholy but alluring A plethora of memories A series of loses Fears it manifests Bumps of emotions on the way Incrusted with victories With the heroes it has gone through A surfeit of life… Continue reading It goes on forever…