some water colour paintings during my childhood days
The Rose The roses
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My Children born by Imagination
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet - Katharine Lee Bates (The Three Roses sketch in 2009) "We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams." (The Dancing Girl in 2010) It'll certainly give the pigeons something to do -Pat Cash (The Pigeon the messenger of love 2009) The relationship of Radha and Krishna is the embodiment of love (The Divine Love-1997) “Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success, that is way great spiritual giants are produced.” Swami Vivekananda (Swami Vivekananda -1996) The man who proves that poetry is the genre in which the Oriya genius has been most articulate (Gopabandhu Das-The Gem of Orissa-1996)
Love is when you…
Love is when you see your love but cannot stop your eyes turning back to see once more Love is when you feel the heart stops, but put your hands on chest to listen heartbeat running faster Love is when you hate waking up early, but cannot sleep whole night to see your love in morning Love is when you stay day and night together, but still you tell why a day is only twenty four hours Love is when you knew your love goes for a short journey, but still you fear it won’t come back again Love is when you want to cry loudly, but don’t shed tears as you promised to your Love Love is when you dance in happiness under the shower, when you have high fever Love is when you kiss all time, but feels like the first kiss in your life Love is when you see the crowd, but feels the presence of only two Love is when you make out the truth, but runs after the desert mirage Love is when you know the absence, but makes your heart feel the presence of someone Love is when words hurt