Friday, July 19, 2013


I never realized that picking up my brush would be so difficult after so long!!  Why I didn't , that a question I need to find an answer to , too!! Blue is a colour which can compel you to paint.....................................

Wednesday, April 24, 2013



To The Same Flower

Bright 'Flower'! for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,
Sweet silent creature!
That breath'st with me in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share
Of thy meek nature!
William Wordsworth

Thursday, April 18, 2013

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

Saturday, March 2, 2013

The Taming of the Shrew

 Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,

And for thy maintenance commits his body

To painful labour both by sea and land,

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,

And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks, and true obedience,

Too little payment for so great a debt.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

More Paint.........................

Yes!! This is a cushion cover, I painted it today, and this is going to be my favourite one ever!!
I know I ve gone crazy  with the paint here, not a conventional cushion cover design, but then whats convention about life too............

The cushion cover on the left is still incomplete.......

This is my Fav bit of the cushion!! 

This is Keerat's work for today!!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

MORE CUSHIONS.......................

My fav colours....cream, white n green. 


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Speak to me, my love!

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.
 The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds.
 The wind is sighing through the leaves.
 I will let loose my hair.
 My blue cloak will cling round me like the night.
 I will clasp your head to my bosom;
 And there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart.
 I will shut my eyes and listen.
 I will not look in your face.
 When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent.
 Only the trees will whisper in the dark.
 [The night will pale.] The day will dawn.
 We shall look at each other's eyes and go on our different paths.
 Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.

~Rabindranath Tagore

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Saturday, April 24, 2010