Wednesday, 30 October 2013


let's weave the dream again, very -
closer is the night, do not go 
so away, the bliss -
destination of
your eyes,
in my heart, leave the meaningless
divination, do not be trapped 
under the shadow of 
illusion, just 
an emotional compromise, nobody 
has the beauty of perfection, 
incompleteness is the 
reality of life, do 
not refuse,
fragrance of true love consisted the
short aged fragrance !
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art by bredly jackson


   Everybody presumes my persona with my writing but that’s not correct, My all poetry is based on experiences of surrounding, friends or relatives are existed somewhere there, some reflection of childhood is also in there, No doubt imagination is too strong part of them, The real life and creation both never goes in similar way, Realism has its own beauty but bitter truth creates distress more and I do not want to make unhappy to readers, and that’s reason I love to post pleasing paintings, picture, actually I love painting since childhood, but never got chance to discover myself due to various reason.
    Still in my subconscious somewhere the world of painting is existed with unsatisfied condition. If someone will ask me what I want in next birth, certainly my answer will be painter, but I do not know rebirth is myth or reality. I get the most happiness whenever I paint but those moments are rare. In one point I’m so happy that I got a wife who loves me beyond the imagination, and I love to her more than me, that’s the stronger base for me, and no doubt my children are the most deep point for me. I can not breath without them. Hence sometimes I think, what’s need more after this - - no regret to life.
LEGANT-CALLA-LILY- art by m. baldwin 


wherever you’re, something is
tempting to you, and that’s
raison d'ĂȘtre, even
willingly you’re
unable to
me, in your subconscious my - -
love is deep rooted, in your
body and soul, in your
dream or unwrap
eye, my image
is moving
with the
kaleidoscopic reflection, certainly
in your breathing too, I’m
existed,  however I do
not know, you've
realized or
not but
I can
feel, rhythm of my love has been - -
integrated in your pulsation,
now it’s too late, to get
liberate yourself
from my
persona, you've been dissolved in –
my eternal depth of conscience.
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art by karen mills