The Rush

The Rush

The Rush

One day,
In the realm of my dream,
I saw a beam.
Curious, I followed on,
with a yawn.

I found myself in a cave,
Dark yet rave,
And in its midst,
I heard a melody.

It was pure soul!
A soft humming,
with a hint of drumming.
It had its highs and the lows.
Yet was tireless and constant.
What could it be?

I just had to explore!
With each step to the core,
The gentleness was no more!
“Strange”, I said.
Further on I went
and reached a vent.

There, in front of me,
was the source of my mystery.
The air misty and heavy echoed
the thunderous call of the waterfall.

I felt a cascade of healing,
rushing through
All my senses & my wounds,
through my mind,
through my heart,
through my past,
through my present,
through my future.
Endless, ceaseless,
singing & pouring joy,
like the touch of Lord on your soul.

An exquisite memory was etched in my mind,
as there nothing more precious,
than the sound of rushing positivity

The Fiery Fall

The Fiery Falls

The Fiery Fall

Flow, flow, I say!

Let the water rush!

Let it gush!

Rage away!

Trash the harsh stones.

Shape them like they are your own.

Surge though the crevasses.

Nudge the passes.

Purge the furrow.

Run like there is no tomorrow.

Today is your day.

Leave the fears at bay.

Leap over the horizon.

Like a soul reborn.

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

By The Shore

By The Shore

By The Shore

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Quote – Lord Byron

The Fuchsia Meadow

The Fuchsia Meadow

The Fuchsia Meadow

Dear nature, bright & sweet,

Do you hear my heart beat?

Gleaming fields,

Happiness do yield,

With a glance

At every bloom

At every plume

At every blade

Joy and bliss

Just does not fade!

PINK BLISS

Pink Bliss

Pink Bliss

I am pretty drawn to strong colours and realized that all my art is leaning towards this colour scheme.

That when I coaxed myself to try pink. that’s when Pink Bliss took shape.

This is my daughter’s favorite as it is PINK!!!

Mommy, Daddy & Baby

Mommy, Daddy & Baby!

Mommy, Daddy & Baby!

For me Family is synonymous with love and protection.

This digital painting is dedicated to my darling daughter who is crazily in love with pink!

Therefore baby has got a Pink bow and a Pink collar.

Come, get together with Mommy, Daddy & Baby to watch the birds fly.