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Saturday, 31 December 2011

Art is..........?


Art is like love. It is easier to experience than define.
And even if you do end up defining it, your definition will never match someone else's.
It's something you can identify yourself with.
It's something you can create by thought.
It can never be wrong because it is personalized thought.
Art is a way of living.
We're all artists.
There's some art in your whole panache,the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you arrange your stuff on the table, in the way you unbutton your shirts, in the way you keep food inside a box, in the way a person sells vegetables, in the way you write. There's art in everything.
It just needs a free and creative mind.
Look around. Notice.
Art is not limited to paper and paint brushes.
It's something that is much beyond that.


Monday, 26 December 2011

Don't waste it Just breathe and feel free



Time is that matters after all..
Seconds got minutes , Minutes got hours , Hours got days , and apparently days into a complete year.
Somebody rightly said in "Time waits for none , and it flies by real fast." and like in this very statement whole philosophy of life lies.
This is time that matters afterall.

ENIGMA OF TIME

Time time time time
Bold and fearless thy run
Mortals had tried to control you
But you are free and wait for none.

You are strongest
And perpetual
You are the oldest
Yet pristine.

We hate you , disregard you
Also we do adore
Reasons for that
Are plenty , even a touch more.

You have the worst ...
And also the best of memories of our life
We feel devastated and torn apart from worst and we do cry
At another instant we cherish and make merry of the memories we like.

Those smiles and also the cries
Those achievements and failures
All seem alive
When we see it through your veracious eyes.

Who forgets the precious moments we had with our family
And unexpressable and unimaginably awesome moments with family other than the DNA family (friends)
Hope those moments lasted forever
And sorrows should have come never .... ever.
But its you which showed
Both are integral and eminent part of life
Happiness after sorrows is the real gift of life.

Never imagined how you flew so fast
We cannot change and we do cherish our past
But one thing we want to plead you for us
You keep bringing the things most wonderous.