Ambiguity

Check Mate

2010-01-21T08:59:00.000-08:00

Check Mate

He was the king , She was his queen
They entered the battlefield
A million Soldiers did bleed ,
Their love was strong
Their love sacred
Someone eyed it with much hatred

He was a knight , He was brave
A million girls for him slayed their fate
He had a mission , he had a purpose
He wanted the queen to be his own

Foolishly he fell , he fell in her love
But he carefully played all his steps right
Castles stood , horses neighed
All the young souls knew their tale

The king was summoned , The king alert
The vazirs spoke of a possible outburst
The knight and the king stood face to face
The king had love , the Knight had lust
Both dreamt of a single crush

The player he was, the player within
He somehow got her to his side
The king was captivated and killed
As her love had died for him

The knight and queen both cuddled with glee
The game was over , Check mate revealed .

Fatema

Burned Grace

2010-01-20T22:07:00.000-08:00

The beat of the clock going tic toc ,

The rthyme it caught , the rthyme it caught

The train picked a steady speed

It choggled and boggled with the passengers screams

And then they came , caught up with the train

The woman of power , the woman of grace

Skillfully attacking the human race ,

The first woman apperas, she seemed angered

She seemed enraged , I could see the burden even after

She emptied the cage ,

I fell she knew her work really well,

She wasnt the type who'd kneel down

And scamper to death ,

I could see her fighting spirit burning in red

She screamt to be heard , She fought for the dirt ,

She seemed unbelievingly the queen of the herd

Then in that crowed train of ours

The second appears ,her face pale ,

her body was frail , Still she carried burden

at hercules pace

She wavered here , she wavered there

She got her work done anyway

With emense strenght and beautiful pride

These women od dignity , never dared to cry

But on that day I saw them kneel

When the day was over , their thoughts appealed

That women of strenght , that woman of grace

Lied down right in the middle of the train

I felt she deserved the teaming nap

As her day had gone extremely crap

She slept for an hour

And then she awoke

As her fellow mates laughed out aloud

They wernt accoustmed to such fragie dismount

At the end of the day , they were back to the same

two ordinary women talking about the human race

Fatema

Little Lillie

2010-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:00

Little Lillie in her own little world,

saw little things literally swirl,

She loved her chocolate , She loved it too much ,

Soo whatever she saw had a chocolatey touch ,

At school she dreamt , She dreamt alot

About the blackboard turning into a chocolate pot

That chocolate pot , that chocolate pot

filled with delicously mouth watering chocolates and what not

The alphabets her teacher wrote dangled here and dangled there

And happily fell into that big boiling chocolate pot

In that tantalazing aroma filled air ,

Little Lillie dreamt away

And then from somewhere outside that magical world ,

there came a voice

"Lillie what are you doing what is this all about ??

Stop dreaming and sit up straight or you're going out ."

Poor Little Lillie lost in her own little world

Filled to the brim in her chocolatey world

gulped down her teachers harsh little words

At the playground , Little Lillie in her own little world

Dances around with her group of friends

And they decide to em up nad play

The two teams are set and ready to go ,

they are all ready to paly the dog and the bone

But Little Lillie lost in her own little world

starts to see chocolates run around and swirl

She hums along and hums it well

" All around the mulbery bush

The kitkat chased the chocobar ,

the kitkat thought t'was all for fun

Pop goes the chocobar"

Enjoying her dream she stood there

She couldn't see her friends ' angered glares

All she did her were their angry voices

"Lillie ,what are you doing , what is this all about ?

You are on our team and you're letting us down !"

Poor Little Lillie lost in her own little world,

jolted back to the real world

She said to herself and she said it well

"I've got to break out from this chocolatey spell

All its doing is making me dream
happy thoughts happy thoughts

But in the end ,what all i get

Is niether worth mention ,neither worth recommend

fatema

Sounds

2009-03-21T03:18:00.000-07:00

Sounds and sounds is all I hear
Just mere sounds they appear

What do they mean??

What are they for??

Do they signify a soul??

Sounds that jingle
Ripple and tingle
Sounds is all I hear

I look around for a human being

But all I hear is a mumble

Far away ,I hear a sound

The sound of crying

A weeping soul
And the sound of a million tears
Drop by drop
The beat that hops
Silence is what it shatters......

I was lost in another world

Suddenly in this maze of sounds

A body reappears
It brings with it a flash of light

Breaking me from my trancing plight

He questions me in a serious tone
"Would you like to see the deeds you've done ?

Flashing past my eyes aghast
Are series of visions flowing by
Each lie I spoke
Each heart I broke
Seemed to play alive

The plots I made

The games I played

The way I set my self ablaze
All of it reappeared

Then slowing I started breathing again
The pain unbearable seized to stop
The burning flesh ,The crackling sounds
The smell that spread its ugly head
Was pungent all the more
Each burning flame had engulfed me
In a chamber so small

It ripped the skin and charged thoroughly in

I begged it to stop

The burning flame seemed alive
It had a revenge in its mind
It slowly crawled all over me
I could feel the raw skin burning still
And all my tears vanishing to steam
Layers and layers of ash now covered me

The fire danced in a joyous mood

It carefully enjoyed the matter it burnt

It seemed to find some beaming pride

Some viscous life it had inside
Some cunning crime it tried to hide
Swirling up and down by my side

The heat it formed
Was hot as burning coal
With the steeping rise in the temperature

I cried .........

All this while I cursed my suicidal self

Was this the reason I enjoyed the thought of death??
The thought of being free from my grief's net?

No this was grief its self,

feasting on its voluntary visitor's death

105000 suicides in India ....... the poem is a fictional approach to a more realistic issue

fatema

Little Shortie

2009-01-25T23:29:00.000-08:00

Little shortie will act all peppy in a weird kinda way

She' ll say "hey wassup" only a million times a day !! -_-

Little shortie will always feel the itch to say

"That stupid bitch " EVERY single day

Little shortie tries to be a bit funny

And she ends up giving A monologue

on something like bill gates money !!

Little shortie will laugh her heart out

At jokes as lame as"An ant takes a beatle out" :

You'll never guess what goes inside her little head

When we speak of sumthing of high intellect

Little shortie is good at heart

But her expressions are worlds apart

Shell appreciate u in a different kinda way

She'll say "Bitch!! u'r really good that way"

Little shortie will never pick up her phone

for reasons unknown

Is it the workload?????

Or is she hiding from pest control??

We 'll just never know

At the end of the day she'll sit beside you and say

"Its ok , I know u really never meant it anyway" :P

fatema

The untamed rage

2009-01-25T23:00:00.001-08:00

Building in,
spreading out
Viscous flames running around
Inner voice vaguely heard
Trampled ,scuffled buried gut
Heavy breaths
Choking beats
Raging red, the face unveils
Ferrocious eyes
A curling smile
The untamed rage , is now alive

Confined to an empty room
Falling objects ,expect their doom
The raging fit , now in a gig
Mimic the cause of this conflict

The untamed rage in full costume ,
Storms around in continuous fumes
But,
A sudden stare into the mirror there
Jolts back the reasonable care
The wiser choice ,
the "taming scene" seems to appeal fiercely ..........
The callous reasonNow fatigued ...
The " untamed rage " as it calls itself
meek and submissive ,
comes to an end
following the age old trend
"Nothing is ever permanent "

fatema

Breaking a Monotonous life

2009-01-22T01:48:00.000-08:00

Slowly, Steadily picking up
The pace increasing rhythmically
Beat by beat on a silver track
Metallic steel in contact
The long chambered mode of life,
Lazily swinging from side to side
The heavy train like a growing chain
pulling out from its cozy frame

Sitting peacefully inside,
A man diminishing in pride ...
but Hope still alive inside
His thoughts speak of a burdened life,
A square foot room......
But a spacious heart
A horrid living dream....
But no sign of a scar
Then the sturdy train though slow in pace
Gathers burdens at an alarming rate

A singular pole ,
at the corner doorgoes unnoticed , detoured
No human hanging out his head
No human risking his life on a bet
The man gets up
And slowly looks around
He wonders in disbelief .....
“How can it be??
How is it so??
Isn't there
No ruthless plunderer left,
to grab the pole? "
Then with immense courage
and a pounding heart
and a shivering knowledge of the human race ...
He grabs the post with all his might
A surge of victory in embrace
For once in his life his hopes are glorified
The sense of freedom clear in his eyes
Amidst the chaos
Amidst the noise
His clear heart,
for once dares to smile ........

Fatema

Vague Twists

2009-01-22T01:08:00.000-08:00

Vague twists

Secure in some way,

Stability somehow ,

But a sudden curse ,

And land renounced

Debts incurred ,

Burdened purse

Credit scoops now ruptured

Streaming solutions flowing by

Quick decisions ,

The call of time

One fall in that prestigious stream

Had dug a grave for eternity

She was just another victim

Like the million crushed souls

who abandoned their inner voice

And blindly followed

All the stories told

The stories she heard,

were centuries old

they screamed :

"There was a man he had a dream

to be famous with a doctor 's degree......

he murdered ,plundered ,

trampled the soul

who ever dared to stand in his way.....

Carelessly he harmed .....

so that HE could stand tall

Conquer Be envied by all"

his followers sung praises et all

Amazed , perplexed

she followed too

got a degree in her name, as seconds flew

but nevertheless she crumbled too

her inner voice she never heard

it screams out :"Peace, Art is your rebirth"

The fallen doctor though creative and wise

Now chose to nurture her creative side

Artistic vibes

Creative surge

searching for the appropriate curve

Then , A singular chance to exhibit

The various works of art she did

Everything she learned in life,

surfaced its brighter side

Her knowledge of bones

the way they worked

the forms they took ,

gave her art a second look

Her surgical hand in brief spans

carved the stones in beautiful tones

Her processing thoughts did interpret

bigger meanings in real depth

Quick math and a grasping cap

Earned her a prestigious point on the world map

At the end she realized ,

what a grave mistake she did

she let the noise of others opinions

drown her deepest whims

She cried out to her fellow mates

My success was never planned ....
"You've got to find ,

where You can manage to really stand "

fatema

Perplexed Memory

2008-08-04T03:13:00.000-07:00

My opponent speaks :

" My Lord , My witness here has seen

Experienced the grief

The accused has no reason to plead

He has cold bloodedly murdered

The inner voice indeed !
"I defend my voice with vigor and scream

"Objection your honor !!

My opponent is misleading the jury !

Then calling my witness , I speak:

"What were you doing that abominable night ?

"My witness -The conscience speaks :

"I-I woudn't know , i was asleep

"Then my opponent ventures into my witness's weak

"You have no memory ?

No recollection ?

Of the helpless girl lying there ,

injured to bleed?

"No-no sir ,I woudn't say that ,

I certainly heard her cry for help ,

But my courage stood back

As i fought with myself

"So you heard her scream ?

And you let her be ?

Lying there helplessly ?

"My witness's frame now withering

Reduced to tears , he began to speak

" I-I would've helped

I would've saved the dying human being

But the numbness had seeped

into every bit of me

The time was ticking away

Like a time bomb at bay

In my confused state

My heart beats raced

"Then slowly he looks up and says :

" I blame myself ,I was her only help

Now the burden I shall partake "

Seeing my witness -The conscience wither and speak
I restlessly sit hoping to end the ordeal

Then a tear drips ,

without a blink

I seem to predict ,

what my opponent is here to speak

He smirks at me and meticulously speaks

" There , My Lord ,

The witness spilled out

the soul guilt the Jury seeks

The accused had definitely murdered his inner voice indeed

"Then the jury speaks :

" It is evident that the defendant's conscientiousness

has accepted the guilt

No punishment here,

As he is forgived

Acceptance is the biggest gift "

The sprawling walls of the court I see

Swirl around and hurriedly flee

I wake up from my unconscientious self

And dwell into thoughts of what befell

It seemed , forgiving myself was the hardest task ,

"These fights with my conscience will forever last "

fatema

Someones following me .........

2008-07-06T03:50:00.000-07:00

A hurried walk

Elevator to car

A journey I intend to embark ,

The elevator seems to spontaneously spark

And the flickering light

On and off in suprise

Causes my beats to rythme in fright

My pounding heart

Sensing impending doom

Seems to fear a faceless goon

Sticking to the door

I seem to scream

"Someone , come , save me "

Suddenly the sprawling walls

Grow into my state of trance

And shatter my fragile mask of calm

Seconds in , I clasp my eyes

And desperately I try

To hit the buttons right
The only thoughts running my mind

The fear of ....."Being crushed alive"

Slowly I hear , a faint laugh

evil intervined

His intentions clear

And my weakness held to him dear

His motive yet smeared

His intrinsic laugh , like shattered glass

piercing my aching ears

But almost like a second birth

The elevator seems to purr

Then it suddenly fits into gear

The piercing laugh , now choking in fear

stumbles into a nervous shiver

I reach my destined floor

I rush out , almost tripping in fear

The pouring rain pounding my brains

Trickles down my petrified face

Then a groaning roar ,

I turn around

And the dark , forbiding night

Stares back, like eternal fright

Its hollow , endless feel

Drills into my sight

The eerie feel of someone there

Watching every second step

The breathing breeze,

Blowing at the back of my neck

Almost convincing me

"It's a strangling threat "

I struggle to search my black mustang ,

My shivering feet threatening to collapse

Then in the faint street lamp there

I see an unknown shadow , continuously stare

The shadow , with its ugly frame

Monstrous , Im aware

His shadow brings in a gulping fear

I dare to look back and stare

into the cause of my dreaded tears

Then a ear splitting stroke of light

Midway the raining plight

I catch his sight

His scarred face , smirking

His broad frame , overshadowing
The meek me , cowering inside

A leap of beats

As I happen to see

My mustang parked neatly

Somehow the thought of escape

Livens up the silenced rebellious me

I struggle a fight

And rush aside my parked hope of light

With my stumbling keys

I attempt to start ,

The stalker not far apart

With every closing step of his

My fear crushing in

Slowly my car ,begins to start

And hurriedly I disappear into the dark ..............

But somehow something tells me

"He hasn't yet given up "........

fatema

An accident

2008-07-04T02:38:00.000-07:00

Swimming through the streets
Skimming the breeze
At a decent speed ,
Its soothing feel , kept me cuddled in a dream
The evening sun falling down
making it serene

But slowly the scenic sky
turns dark and forbiding
Impossible for me to see

A sudden glare of oncoming lights
Blocks my vision complete
I struggle to see
And all i believe ,
"There 's nothing there indeed "

A deadly turn then smirks at me
And a raging truck in full speed
Screaches in front of me
The cry of death screaming inside my stunted head
Magnifies to unaudible shrieks
The impending doom

Freezes all my moves
Then seconds past
Its montrous shadow casts
Its ugly head on me
A flash of light
A deafening fright
And I seem to scream ,
The truck unaware just seems to stare
Into my meek bike there
A crashing hit , a sinking fit
Flinging me somewhere

An abrupt halt ......
Head first into concrete
Scraping every bit of me
The flush of blood
Like a gushing stream
Pouring in reality
Lying in semi-conscientiousness

I breathe ......
A scarred face
A broken leg
Some hope , still left in me

A crowded scene ,
In discontinued visions i see
The pity , The gasps,
This unreasonable crap seems to unveil

Mysteriously a car arrives
And someone
Angelic I believe ,
Stands by my side
Steady , calm
His vision clear ,
Like a mission to him dear

My atheisim then shatters
Seemingly unacceptable for my peers
Ignoring the ugly blood
He picks my dismantled frame
And rushes me to the near med ....

All I had were words of praise
And uncertain things to say
Find out his name
And bless him everyday

But like he came ,
He went away ,
Disappearing mysteriously away ...

The last thing I saw Through the glass door
Was....soothing smile
A glowing face
Happy to see me safe

And all I gave was a weary smile ,
And watched him leave,
Through my shutting gaze ........

fatema

Time and again

2008-06-29T09:16:00.000-07:00

Charred to death ,
But not a scar is left
Thats the effect
Of the miseries we get ,
Time has come and swept away
The million deaths we havent shared ,
The silent tears that plagued the night
Soaked the books in which we
Now, do not write
We've left it all behind

Time has washed away those tears
All those who we thought were dear
Those fears ,
All those times we didn't realize
All those things we fantasized
Time and again
We were hypnotized
To do the things , we now despise
Now that time has gone away .....

But who dare say
It won't be back again ?
The miseries , the pain
The things we disdain
Is crawling back again
Its slowly strangling you today
Blocking every throbbing vein

Surrounded by all that pain

You scream and shriek for only help

No one seems to move a step
Then all you do is sit out there
Feel the pain and hope it'll go away
You clasp your hands
And block your heart in pray
Wishing it won't be back the next day
"Let it just go away"

The theatre stage

2008-06-28T04:39:00.000-07:00

The theatre stage

Filled with vigor and solace,

An entry of an nonchalant race ,

The humour , wise

Quick wit, a suprise

The story builds away ......

Then a turn of events

A mysterious death

Excitement , albeit

The racing beats

The melting heat

Uncertain thoughts

A guessing spree

A clue somewhere

A hint out there ,

A mix , A match

A confusing catch,
Conviction

of the threat

Joyous scenes

A touching feel

The malleability is redeemed

The theatre stage

Now in a rage

An inspiring upraise

The curtain falls

The scenic halls

Are emptied away......

We part our ways

But the thoughts are same

As the drama keeps u engaged

Its sparkingly wit

A careless gift

Seems to fit today ,

The wrecking scenes

Like a griping mean

keeps u in a sway ,

The surrounding sounds

Are a turning tale

Unearthing a delightful visual aid

These rolling scenes

like a pouring dream

seem to reiterate,

The theatre stage !

Is surely worth some praise .

A mysterious night

2008-06-26T05:40:00.000-07:00

A silent night ,

And a creaking sound

I wonder whats going around

The darkness seems to hold me back

But somehow I crave to follow track

The gustling wind nearly shatters glass,

And the erie shrieks of the owl there

Seeps in, to my hearts despair,

So I gear up , to face the night

Metallic ware and glaring light,

Out in the backyard I see a sight

But in a glimpse , its just the moonlight

The chill of the night , runs down ur spine

So I clench on to my 6 inch knife ,

And I whisper words of strenghtening up ,

To outgrow the nervous wreck I am

Just , as i' m ready again

A steady black cat jumps from nowhere

My shivering stops

And all my blood flows out

The paleness encourages me to pass out

But the mystery seems to brighten up

When I happen to see

Someone moving around

The curiousness seeps back in

The vigor , held within

Someone is standing right out there

A shovel

A sack
And something bright , of which im unaware

A man digging a grave out there!

Then i realise its a steal

Oh how he dare !

I see his face , then just a smirk

And I stare

He drops his weapon and steps aside

In the dug up hole he falls down straight

I rush ahead

and realise ,

its just another getaway

fatema

A moonlit walk

2008-06-25T04:20:00.001-07:00

A moonlit walk on a dusty road
Will give you peace and a getaway mode,
The silvery light at the moment bright ,
Will lift ur spirits to a newer height,
The peaceful walk with all your thoughts clustered up
Will let the words follow up
The deafening sounds of misery
Will soften up as history

The moonlit walk along the shore
Will bring in thoughts galore,
The gurgling sound of the water around
reminds you of your giggling mind as a little child

The moonlit walk around the block
seems so short , yet so far apart
The mesmerising street lamps there
Seem dimmer than the moonlight spread everywhere ,

The moonlit walk comes to a rigid end
When the realities of life step in and blend
The fear of walkin home again
Comes rushing back
And it'll never end
But then agian, the joy we have in both these worlds .....
Is neither worth comment nor amend

A splash of paint

2008-06-25T03:42:00.000-07:00

A splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
Just the way u see it today ,
You a mix a few colours,
And jumble the others ,
The rest is just a game
You switch with the shades and make it a rage,
Its appreciated either ways
The pastel shades ! The pastel shades !
You add them and you'r amazed
Emarald green and persian blue
Aren't in contrast ...
But whoever knew?
Mango yellow , orange and scarlett red
Will make a beautiful sunset thread
Never the less a canvas is made! a canvas is made !

But you see every colour ,
Tumble over another
So you ponder over it for a another minute ,
And all u see is a gimmick
A man chasing a mimic
Or a land far far away

So a splash of paint
And a canvas is made !
All in all its just a craze
OR... this amazing maze .

A little human being

2008-06-22T05:04:00.001-07:00

A cry of relief and a baby is born
An angel inside indeed,
She looks up and sees you smile
So she doubles up as a devil in disguise,
And cries for almost everything
For you most certainly oblidge,

She plays with all her toys ,
And when u make a rattling noise
She jumps up in glee
That moment lasts forever with you ,
And you try your best to make her smile
Just that one more time ,

When the child decides to sleep ,
You hold her close to ur heart
And she cuddles up all the more ,
You wrap her up in all these sheets
To keep her safe and warm ,

As the child wakes up from her little slumber,
her big beady eyes make you wonder,
So you sway by her side and stay mesmerised ,
Until you get an answer

When her two chubby hands touch ur face ,
its almost like its divine ,
Her little scent fills the room
And you feel blessed again

When you reach out to teach her things ,
She 'll grab you by ur finger,
And make you think .....
"Aren't i just a little human being ?"

They believe

2008-06-21T03:24:00.000-07:00

They believe it was the last blow ,
And that the last thread that held me
will cave in easily ,
They believe that i'll no longer strive
for a worthy sense of appeal,
They believe they can throw me off the edge
And expect no response whatso ever said ,

They believe i have been crushed
to a million pieces inside ,
What do they dont believe is the fact that
the pieces are a prize ,
Each prize gives you pride ,
some inspiration , some vibe
To stand up against this hideous jibe ,

They believe i 'll perish and fall astray in time
And that the end has arrived ,
They believe they've pushed me onto a rocky road
Out in the cold ,
What they dont believe is that
there most certainly will be for me ,
at a distance .... an abode .

Exhausted

2008-06-19T03:12:00.001-07:00

The working of a tired hand
wont do much justice to the land,

It wont beautifully mend the gold
nor will it really move a soul ,
The pale working hand we see
Has something to reveal ,
It speaks about its gravest fears
Will it manage to feed me this year?

All these feelings hovered up
It continues to paint the shimering steel ,
Covered with paint all over here
It tries to catch up with the real world ,
Lost in his thoughts of great victory
He compels himself to work a bit more
But thinks aloud , HOW much more ?

Saddened by his tired effort ,
His trembling hand counts his share ,
He sits beside all his ware .....and rests there

Seen and neglected

2008-06-19T02:20:00.000-07:00

The moment you step into an indian bazaar the multitude of noises greets you and the attractively coloured stalls almost pull you towards them . Seeing almost everyone running around trying to get the best ware at the lowest possible prices gets u all pepped up too .

What no one cares to notice is the sight of beggars lying on the roadside , naked ,half humans some skeletons and some others covered wth sores which tempt flies even frm a distance .

No one seems to feel for this accursed lot of humans . Only the well-to-do here and there sacrifice a few coins to placate their own conscience .

These beggars often roam through the crowd searching for discarded eatables . The more daring among them help themselves at open stalls for which they are severely beaten, but thats the indian attitude like "We 'll see about that later" and daringly they help themselves and i say i am mighty proud of this attitude too .

Well this picture does justice to the fact that we more often or not just ignore things which are conscience really tries to pester us wth . I guess its a gene problem , YES it is a gene problem i mean if not that then WHY would we ignore such a grave thing? Havent we improved a little bit ? OK fine so we dont CALL them untouchables but do we even come up to them, put a hand around them and try to talk to them ?

Well the foreingners that i have noticed aren t really like us .Its almost like they 'll befriend anyone ,name them and they have ! Yes ive seen them loving the sight of even monkeys jumping around them too !

soo are we really in that state of mind or we just pretending to care by throwing in some money?

Blend with me !

2008-06-18T08:02:00.000-07:00

Haven't we heard this notion an awful alot ? when an extremely frustrated wife is tired of having disagreements with her husband , or more often or not when its ME against my parents !

Parents really dont get you sometimes do they? we never agreed on anything till date .....its fascinating sometimes when you can soo easily convince your dad that "i 'm just going out wth a "bunch of friends" and ill be back at wht 12 and we really arnt going somewhere really really far are we ?" and he'd suprisingly agree.

BUT when mom comes into the picture everything is in a pickle . she'll like intutively KNOW that d " bunch of frnds" im refering to are say 4 guys and maybe 2 girls including me ....lol
and she'd knw the place wont be really really far but did i EVER mention it really wasnt dat close either? lol
oh dese moms i tell u!

When it comes to wearing black nail paint and tatoos .............she 'll consider them as a taboo ! its hilarious to see her face when i show her d tatoo i make for some eager frnds ......it jst makes me smile and say " she'll never blend in "

But this pic really shows no troubles whatso ever in making peace wth everything . It screams "blend wth me " lol thats why i really liked it ,not just the fact that it looks like this amazing watercolour painting wth striking clarity , it also makes you smile and think wow look at the different colours in life

As a kid ive always loved art in all its forms , i'd just see life as a colourful painting and ive always loved making sense frm randomely clicked pics and vividly made paintingsthis is an amazing picture .......COURTESY : this really talented photograher frnd of mine ;)