This is a 12″ x 16″ oil on canvas. I did a drawing of this a couple of weeks ago and have since done this oil painting. The idea was taken from a photo by Emilio Morenatti of the Associated Press and depicts some Pakistani men reaching out for bread being handed out near a mosque in Lahore, Pakistan. In the original photo the faces are blurred and one is struck by the number of hands reaching for sustenance. I added a few faces and have shaded them out. It isn’t quite finished but near enough. I will spend some time focussing on it to bring it to completion.
best left unspoken
Mind spiraling out of control
from the heady scent of his breath
from the countless butterfly kisses
bursting at the seams
Oblivious to the outside worldsighing in pleasure
Like music reaching its crescendo
the euphoric frenzy finally assuaged
One of the primary language of love
best understood by
two souls intertwined
made for each other
Photo by Alejandra Quiroz at Unsplash
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.
All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.
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Have you ever been at a point when you would ruminate and complain about nearly everything? Do you ever feel like life is not going as planned, or that you are going to eventually lose control? If you do, consider thinking about all of the things that you already have. In this article, I am going to explain my story regarding gratefulness, and how it has benefited me in my own life.
When I was around 17, I began to ruminate and rant as though there was no tomorrow. I would beg and yearn for all of the things that I did not have in that time. “Why am I still single… why don’t I have any close friends?” I would often mutter to myself. Well, that was when I learned from my family that I needed to be grateful for the things that I did have, and not for…
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On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal. There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency. MRIs and x-rays show no damage. Just very sore.
I will be slow answering comments. And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.
a barren world
a meteor shower
have battered her
until she has
eclipses in her mind
craters in her soul
her desolate universe
is so dark and lonely
her aching heart
has become an asteroid
a barren world
devoid of love