Sailed

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Sailing for light

Sailing through the endless night,

Passing by the mystical land,

Each step is for the moonlight,

All are traveling hand in hand.

The stars are shining bright,

The clouds are beautifully dark,

Giving the strength to fight,

As the journey of ships embark.

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Turban

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Its been 2 months that I haven’t posted my work, not that I wasn’t creating anything , it’s just that I was caught up with something important. Now that I am free so I thought to post something that I made few months back.

This picture is of a man wearing a turban. It is one of the symbol of respect and dignity so you can think how important it is for a person. In India, the turban is referred to as a pagri, meaning the headdress that is worn by men and is manually tied, and it specifies the wearer’s region or religion.

On the day I made this I wasn’t much clear what to make, so just started drawing line and then this came into existence. I am happy the way it came out, though there is the possibility enhancing it more but I choose not to do it more as it might get over the top. Less is more, simple is powerful.

OKAY?

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Okay?

Is everything okay?

Words we want to hear.

One of the few questions,

Which must be cleared,

Maybe only to few,  

But it must be shared.

The question should be asked,

By all those who care.

FRIENDSHIP

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Friends

Sometimes apart, sometimes close,

All this is fine as we are “bro’s”.

Sharing a bond that is not fake,

It’s okay if we are sometimes on a break.

But never think this bond will ever be over.

As none of us will then ever be sober.

We are there for each other, we must remember,

Each and everyday from January to December.

Walked together upon the ups and downs of the hill,

We always loved each other and always will.

 

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FOREVER

 

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The strands on the face are so pretty,

That it turned my eyes misty.

So brightening are those eyes, 

That I cannot see the moonshine.

The smiling lips so pleasant,

That I forgot my whole presence.

So peaceful is that face,

That it will forever hold my gaze.