Black White
Hey there, Lil one,You can be quite silly!Now youโve gone aโplop,Showing me that tummy!Yes, you want a ruffle here,And pats on the belly there.Funny character you are,With adorableness I canโt bear!On toasty afternoons,As sleepiness descends,To the sounds of scribbles, keyboard, Mozart,And you beside me – My dear friend.So thank you – For the times ofโฆ
๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒโ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ
As 2025 comes to a close, Iโm reflecting on a year that stretched me in ways I never anticipated. This year reminded me that progress is uncomfortable and it pushes you beyond your comfort zone. There were moments of momentum and moments of pause, and both played an important role in shaping my journey. 2025โฆ
Remembrance
Time stood still,At eleven-oh-two,What was a typical day,Turned a bleak, grey hue.What once was,Could not be felt nor seen,Invisible -Engraving pain in everything.These columns of twelve,As if guarding,Could never bear the weight,Of what they are holding.For there in the centre,In a tiered column so hollow,Lies the souls of seventy thousand -Only mirroring sorrow.This reminds me,Howโฆ
Running Through Buttered Air: Starting with Paris
Starting in Paris If thereโs one piece of advice I could give anyone reading this: make sure your feet (and knees!) are prepared for whatโs waiting for you in Paris. Oh, the pain!! My first five days in the city had me sleeping with a pillow under my knees every night, and my first journalโฆ
In Van Goghโs Footsteps: Healing, Art, and Self-Discovery
Reflecting on My 2-Week Self-Discovery Journey to France It was booked on a whim. I was at a point in my life when I felt my lowestโwhen I learned that even bright, sunny days could seem bleak and dreary. I was filled with mixed emotions: questions of self-worth, doubt, and feelings of helplessness. I triedโฆ
Walking The Paintersโ Path
Of endless wheat fields,Rolling hills,And coloured daffodils. ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. Splitting the horizonโSkies in painterโs blue,GardensโLush in green hue. ๐๐ด ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ. At each step,As if Iโd been taken backTo a time once hisโAs far as his eyes could see,This ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฆ would beHis canvasโLaid out endlessly. ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐโฆ
Over The Rhรดne
As night descends,The skies take a different hue,I sit atop some steps,Perched for a perfect view.The hum of the river,Choral of voices to my right -The cold wind sends a shiver,As day dissolves into night.Stars slowly show their glimmer,Materializing across the night sky,No photo can do this scene justice -Now captured in my minds’ eye.Withโฆ
In The Corner
People running,Streets bustling,Quiet in the corner.Trams stopping,People alighting,Watching from the corner.Coffee machine humming,Cutleries clinking,Seated in the corner.The world going,Never stopping,Me in my corner.- ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ฆ (May 2024)As I sat in my corner, witnessing the constant motion of life around me, I foundโฆ
“Quiet The Mind and The Soul Will Speak”
Two weeks in,What a rollercoaster it has been!Some days bright,Some days were as dark as night. 10K Runs, 5K Spartans,No sweat, no slack!But a recent 8K run – Got me a panic attack.Disbelief, denial, Dreadful, depressing, Thoughts in passing,Just never seeing the blessing.What happened to the good days?Where was Mr Sunshine?Why can’t we celebrate theโฆ
“The Artist’s Way”
“To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong” Joseph Chilton Pearce – The Beginning – I’ve always felt that the perfect book finds its reader, almost as if by accident. Let me tell you how I ended up with this book in the palm of my hands: “The Artist’s Way”โฆ
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