Category Archives: sketch, drawing,digital art

Pre monsoon- 2

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Waiting for the rest of the blooms.

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Buddha’s Wisdom

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We are prisoners of our own expectations.

Inviting in our lives, misery at the cost of desires.

We were born free, once upon a time.

Devoid of anything but an instinct to survive.

Drawing breath, our only skill, to stay alive.

 

Building dungeons and cages around us.

To imprison our own happiness.

Illusive as it is, capturing sadness instead.

Staring at its painful face, searching for existence’s worth.

Wondering about life’s root cause for serenity’s dearth.

 

Break the chains of expectations and set your mind free.

Let peace guard our hearts from desires.

Life happens at its own pace, no point rushing it otherwise.

Feel the gentle tug of contentment, as time slowly slips like sand from a fist.

Enriching your life with good Karmas, that is life’s  singular gist.

Sketch by Mrs. Kanak Sinha

World Water Day

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March 22nd has been declared the World Water Day by the United Nations General Assembly since the year 1993.It was first proposed in 1992 by UNCED, United Nations Conference on Environment and Development in Brazil in Rio de Janeiro. On this day the public shows support by not using their taps for one day. The Governments and NGOs of various countries promote events and activities for protecting water resources of the world, providing clean water and maintaining aquatic habitats.

The Lighthouse

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Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.

Helping sailors in navigation.

 

Away from  dangerous reefs and coastlines.

Towards safe harbour’s confines.

 

The guiding light to the ships.

Braving endless journeys & trips.

 

Bellower of the mighty warning horns.

During treacherous, thunderous storms.

 

Protector of tired sailors’ last hope.

Encouraging them to cope.

 

In the darkness of moonless nights.

With merciful bright lights.

 

Standing tall for centuries till now.

Withstanding nature’s fury somehow.

 

Constant companion to the loneliness of Moon.

Like a friend, a boon.

 

Witness to miracles of nature everyday.

It was there, it is here, it is there to Stay.

To each his own.

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Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?

Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

 

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?

Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

 

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?

Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

 

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?

Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

 

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?

Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

 

Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?

Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

 

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.

Everyone’s idea of love, differs from the next.

 

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.

 

Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.