Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Silence grips me, even as the waves are crashing against the shore. I close my eyes.
Life can move so fast sometimes, that one forgets to talk to oneself. I’ve been enveloped into a sense of calmness…its makes me anxious.
-push
Life can move so fast sometimes, that one forgets to talk to oneself. I’ve been enveloped into a sense of calmness…its makes me anxious.
-push
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
i saw an angel :)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
To The Tiger
Orange, black and white
Flames that burn behind
Brilliant green blades of grass
They burn
Burn to last
The majestic movement happens
With such swift, thoughtless ease
The golden eyes barely acknowledge
As others aim to please
Alas, the sound of a bullet
Rips through the sky
The steps stumble
The golden eyes blink in shock
Destroyed with brutality
The majestic form falls to the ground
Helpless and unmoving
As others watch
The flame burn out
-Push
May- 2006
Written for a magazine we had to make as a part of our course. My magazine was called animaliac… :) This poem was and is dedicated to the Tiger.
Flames that burn behind
Brilliant green blades of grass
They burn
Burn to last
The majestic movement happens
With such swift, thoughtless ease
The golden eyes barely acknowledge
As others aim to please
Alas, the sound of a bullet
Rips through the sky
The steps stumble
The golden eyes blink in shock
Destroyed with brutality
The majestic form falls to the ground
Helpless and unmoving
As others watch
The flame burn out
-Push
May- 2006
Written for a magazine we had to make as a part of our course. My magazine was called animaliac… :) This poem was and is dedicated to the Tiger.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
a perfect life- artwork.

An old man reflects on his life as he breathes his last. He moves in and out of memories, dreams, places and people. But what he holds dear is the paradise within his mind, where magical creatures, spring time, forests and streams of coloured light filter through his soul. He knows death cannot take away anything much. For his paradise will remain within his soul, untouched and ever growing.
Made on Photoshop CS2
Push
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
your orange shoe
I think I’ve figured it out
It was spinning round in my head
Flowing through neon blue taps
I said
Something else instead
There was a word
In their conversation
I’d heard
I didn’t know the meaning
I was swimming
On top of a cloud
Without a doubt
Thinking
Of everything about you
How it’s sunny around you
Does it all have to do
With your orange shoe
I think I’ve slipped it out
And everyone’s heard
And seen
The little blue bear bouncing in between
My dreams
He’s cute
Causes acute
Embarrassment
To me
I swear I could see
Brilliant green grass
Twirling around your orange shoe
You did feel it didn’t you?
I’m sure it all has to do
With your orange shoe.
-Push
For my sweetheart who has orange and yellow shoes..love you baby :*
It was spinning round in my head
Flowing through neon blue taps
I said
Something else instead
There was a word
In their conversation
I’d heard
I didn’t know the meaning
I was swimming
On top of a cloud
Without a doubt
Thinking
Of everything about you
How it’s sunny around you
Does it all have to do
With your orange shoe
I think I’ve slipped it out
And everyone’s heard
And seen
The little blue bear bouncing in between
My dreams
He’s cute
Causes acute
Embarrassment
To me
I swear I could see
Brilliant green grass
Twirling around your orange shoe
You did feel it didn’t you?
I’m sure it all has to do
With your orange shoe.
-Push
For my sweetheart who has orange and yellow shoes..love you baby :*
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