I learnt a lesson.

Precious and true.

Cheer sells and sorrow stinks.

Laughter spreads and tears just spill.

So now I cry, only when no one sees.

If words are not understood,

Can Silence speak?

I will recollect this lesson,

When in emotions I sway,

Cheer sells ,sorrow stinks.

Happy is the way to be,

Not many choices and no blinks.

Critics cause so much of stress!

New gallery - check out and lemme know your personal favorites

NEW GALLERY

1. Still life - in Charcoal, A3 size
2. Graphite Sketch , A3 size
3. Morning Tears - Water color pencils
4. Lord Buddha - Grey Tone
5. Charcoal sketch portrait - Size 60x50 inches board

Lost or Won? Given up or fighting still?

I have often got this feedback that most of my write ups talk about depressed moods and pain. Particularly when to the world, I am not a melancholic person, people are quite surprised to check out such contents on my blog.

Hence I was in double state of mind before posting the new one... but i think i will go for it still!

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I paint my weakness, with a made up smile,

And often with a stream, the pain I reveal.

A body of dust, a bleeding heart trapped inside,

Shattered dreams and lost ambitions,

How long would my boat, with this hole survive.

I project my strength, with a shine in my eyes,

Often with this glow, the battle I fight,

Achieved Missions and Conquered fears,

As long as I breathe, I will live with pride.

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