Friday, September 14, 2007

Brush It On

In life we pick up a lot of things - good/bad habits, vocab, mannerisms, accents and so many other such stuff - from people around, incidents, mistakes, books, songs...from absolutely anything. Oooh...heavy!

I picked up something too...a hobby; from my roomie - Anupriya. I once saw her sitting with these 2 t-shirts, admiring them. I thought maybe she'd just bought them and really liked them or something (you know how girls are! :-) ) Also lying around were 2 paint brushes, paint bottles and a print-out of the very images on the t-shirts. It was only then that i realized that she had actually painted thhat rose and calvin on the t-shirts - a bday gift for a friend.

I wanted to try it out too :-) Took an old t-shirt (first try and old tshirt: very important combo!); chose something i thought i could paint and got to work. It turned out...well, see for urself :-)


A couple of my other creations, once i got the hang of fabric-painting :-)


Not really all that difficult, this. Its handy as well...it not only makes your plain, dull, boring clothes more fun to wear, but you also get people to "wow!" your piece of art!! :-) Show off time!! I've tried it, and believe me, it works! :-) :-) :-)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

An evening to remember

the sun bidding farewell
casting those last few rays
in an attempt to give its all and best before it rests
coloring the sky a brilliant orangish-red
lining the clouds silver

...that evening can/will never be forgotten...


Where are you?

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry...

The unrelenting monsoon rains
Create streams that flow by
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry...


Leaves fall gently from trees
In the wind, hither-tither they fly
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry...

I sit by my window, a silent spectator,

On my bed, under blankets, warm & dry
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry...


P.S. a Lil Borrowed - a Lot Original

P.P.S. My first attempt @ poetry