You are part of me…

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They may see in you an ordinary boy

But I know you’re quite unusual

Not a regular next door guy,

A discreet and super individual

 

Once if you meet someone,

You win him for life

You touch his heart and soul,

With your candor n smile

 

Your world is totally different

With meaningful little things..

Where reality gets blurred

And dreams get their wings

 

Where fish can actually fly,

Birds can also swim

Where humans turn in robots

Zombies killed by imps

 

Your reasoning is so special

Your ingenious has no parallel

Ordinary things just bore you

In puzzles and riddles, you excel

 

I want to see the world from your eyes

For, it’s limitless beyond the skies

With a mind always on flight

You could touch the stars so high

 

I know you’re going to be exceptional

It wonders me what’s your whim

I have seen your young mind question,

Look for answers of world so distinct

 

You’re part of me,

So I live you everyday

My heart beats for you

For your triumph, I always prey!!

 

 

Where Are The Soulful Artisans And Their ‘Real McCoy’ Art!!

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh

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The fine silk woven by the dexterous fingers

A play of a mindful art

Creativity appliquéd the passion so stitched

Embroidered with seams of thoughts

Years and years of heritage thus passed down

Here comes what an objet d’art!

 

The palate of hues blended by the artistic hands

Moved on the canvas with utmost segue

To create picture of someone’s dreams

Illusions of mind thus perceived

Portray the images of one’s heart

A Da Vinci’s Mona Liza thus conceived

 

Affection n care wrapped in the garment

Granny’s prayers, knitted in yarn

Nimble needles churn out the intricate pattern

The tassels n braids, the embellishments so worn

Ornamental trimmings, edgings and bobbles

Oh what love and warmth thus born!

 

Where is the beauty of true melody

The magic of maestro caressing avid hearts

Outdone is the music once created with simple strings

Cosmetically treated are the vocal cords

Tuners and synthesizers make you a star in a sprint

No longer a veritable piece of opus gets true applaud

 

Gone are the days of labor and inimitable creations

Flawless is the new creation, however the theme hodgepodge

The peace it transpired is replaced by utter techno noise

No one’s chasing the distinct excellence, in this race to win n outsmart

The passion n spirit that flows in a single stroke

is taken away by a modern collage

 

The wonder of virtuoso is left to the mercy of paintbrush

The high pixels ‘n’ graphics have conjured faux art

The masterpieces are crafted through cut ‘n’ paste

Edited by the ingenuity of a digital shop

The sheer mystic of ingenious is mislaid

Alas! The soulful ‘real McCoy’ once existed, is lost !