First painting made by me

A Sketch of Amitabh Bachchan by me

A letter for Love

Making the decision of separating from your love is an intrepid change for living in this life. But the pearls of tiny moments are shining in the mountains of tears in my heart. No one wants to put some effort into letting you believe that your eyes are glowing with affection of my lips. Don’t dare to say that life without you is stagnant, but the fervor of your romance is dying under the stress of my passionless love and care. Digging into the bottom of your mind and knowing the importance of creature that is living on the sprinkling of brightness of your smile. Your gesture of proving that my path made for the quest of your love is not a dead-end. Word are crying in my mind that I don’t know how to love but the core of my heart is saying that its not me who don’t know how to love but its you who don’t know how to feel love. But then its not a competition, its not a race. Its just the desire of having you in the arms of my heart forever. Because I LOVE YOU!

Disseminated

Having your hands in my hands
My heart feels the horses of my thoughts
Running away from the valley of reticence and tears
And in a celestial voyage like this
There is nothing left of me disseminated.

Conquest of Perfection

Hope is the way of showing you the intensity of exuberance which you have for this life to get better and better. Everyone wants to be a perfect creature, wants to kill all the germs of defection and imperfections, living on the tree of life. Which don’t give up for its prolific life in the competition with natural forces. I also want to live on that tree and wants to feel complete without any melancholy in life. Because from here on the grassy ground of the garden in which that tree is resting, I feel uncomfortable for the ants and insects of difficulties and harms are biting me. And the honey bee of love and care fly around me, sometimes making me happy with its colorful and beautiful exterior of life. But then when this bee stings showing its interior, I cry longing either the end of everything or the end of fusion this love and hatred, bad and good. The creator of creation is hiding under the implicit cover of theism and atheism. The brains of mankind are dying to know the origin of this implicit cover. Which is colored with the mysterious paint of religion and mythology. While the science on other hand is roaring for letting go of this implicit and ambiguous cover of the God. Driving people into believe that here comes the glory of man conquering the natural forces of life to get nearer and nearer to that tree. Which is smiling from far far away place of this garden of creation. Leaving us to wonder either all this fuss is going to end or will leave us lost in the world of defeat and finishing us instead.

Crossing the road

“I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.”
Stephen Hawking quote

Lots of joys are gone
Burried under the burden of tears
Your smile is fading in my heart
Illuminating the stings of darness there
But my eyes will always remain open
Waiting for your soul to merge in me
And leaving me enchanted forever