Dina’s second face

Dina's second face

It took 3 hours to sketch this beautiful art by Dina Ahmed, my best friend 😀 



Words dance,
In my head,
Creating imagery.

Too quick to describe,
Already it’s gone,
And I can’t tell what I’ve seen.


Listen to Rain

Sitting outside
Sitting inside
It’s soothing
How it gently taps our windows
Admired by some
But hated by others

It looks as it fell from heaven
Fallen to the ground
Cooling down our world
Perfect little drops

Doesn’t it feel good when it softly lands on your faces?

If you listen carefully
You can hear it sing you a soft lullaby
Even though it can come as a terrible storm
Listen to it’s soothing weeps
Listen to it’s soothing cries
Listen to it’s soothing words

Can you feel why its here?
Can you see why it’s here?
Have you ever seen people dance in it or play?
They are some how gifted

Listen to it
Try to pick up what it tells
You may need it in the future



How fragments feel

Would you like to know, how fragments feel

It’s hard to tell really, when so many different emotions,

are reflecting back at you 

You wont find them in the air, sea, nor in me
you will find them on the ground

They belong there, in soil
where grass will grow, and men builds over

No archaeologist will assemble me correctly
No artist can capture my style
No amount of adhesive will hold these as one piece

I live only to breath into struggling lungs
and maybe if those would be in my blood, bone and soul

They too could understand.

Maybe, if each finds a piece of me and comes together
there will be too much to break, to hard to crack that ice

Traditional, fixed form, free verse and pretty words

So many ways I can tell you

But in the end,

I don’t want
to             piecing this together
sound    I am



Every artist no matter what, will always have their skill. That is something that will always be a factor when writing a new piece, or drawing with grey, or painting with many colors.But I will agree and can not refuse, when you really feel down, in an emotional up roar there is a change in your writing, obvious yes, but there is a reason when the best of us can come out. You feel what so many writers and artists of old felt, even if the result doesn’t look good to you.


Peacock dance

Last week, we had a trip to nearby forest. Its clean and spacious. It was a outing for my brother . It was our 4th or 5th visit.The animals are well in open space (of course, the cleanliness is not up-to the mark). The variety is also good and a nice learning experience for toddlers too.

One of my favorite things are peacocks.I find them to be such majestic creatures with this stunning feathers and vibrant colors.  Also, people seem to find them so inspirational!

I was waiting for right moment from last 6 months for peacock to dance.This Saturday finally it happened.I was so  fortunate to see the peacock dance in its full glory. Sometimes, it takes a lifetime to see the scene of the peacock dancing in front of their eyes.I don’t know if you can make the peacock dance at your will. That time it was a bit cloudy with the imminent rain and this made the peacocks sing and dance in its full glory.

For all those, who haven’t had a chance, here are some of the photos.


Colors so vibrant, colors bleeding the truth, colors that scream with every shade and hue… Colors so intense that the eyes cannot see, that the brain cannot comprehend and the thoughts cannot be free. A feeling like these colors, painted on the walls slammed and dripped,dropped and spilled as the paintbrush falls. Ranging from the blues to the deepest forest greens, my emotions fill this void to cover black and white and the blank space in between. So quickly, how quickly can things change? Suddenly those blues and greens become a whole new range, these colors change from cool to hot, to burning like the sun, and as I sit and simmer here its only just begun. These colors here that fill me now, that block and fill my eyes are flowing over in my soul and filling out my cries.

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Little voice in your head?

All human beings have a little voice in their head that tells them what to do and usually it’s wrong. Like all of us, we don’t follow our hearts or guts, we keep listening to the little voice and we end up doing something wrong that it’s so hard to get out of. When the day comes that we actually want to listen to our hearts, the little voice turns to you and say: ‘NO, you can’t do it, you won’t be able to handle it, or you will never achieve it.’


Well, I have one of those little voices in my head telling me what to do and I actually have a conversation with it in my head and it really makes me angry and frustrated. I feel like it brings me too many problems and negative thoughts, and I hate its constant cocky attitude and telling me what to do.

I know what some of you will say, that it’s just my brain and that I’m making this entirely up. Well, I’m not and we all have the little voice, just some are not aware of it. It’s our conscience, our moral compass; it provides encouragement and words of warning. Some voices are quiet and only pop up when needed. Others are blabbermouths who never seem to ever shut up.

My little voice is quite a chatty one. Always going on and on about things, over thinking things, over analyzing  self-conscious, and second guessing. Recently, the little voice has become worse like it’s been on overdrive. Stress makes it even worse, because being busy with my PGDM(MBA)studies, working in between, having awful loads of work to be done, stress builds up. When I’m busy with a tech stuff, the little voice will continue to bother me. It will keep me out of my work, telling me ‘you are tired, leave the stuff for tomorrow’ or ‘no, the stuff is not up to standard, do it better.’

I know that I’m not alone. There are plenty of people who have a little voice shouting somewhere in their heads. Many people struggle with their little voice, which ends up in depression, anxiety, anger, frustration and many other things. Just to let you know, you are stronger than you think and you should take charge of your own life. One of the best quotes that I found was: “You’ll probably never have a completely quiet mind, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t have a quieter mind.” By taking charge of your own life and doing things your way, you can tell the little voice to shut up.

As I was writing this, my little voice was second guessing me whether I should publish this post onto my blog or not. I’m thinking of what other people might think of this post, will they like it, what type of comments will they leave? Gosh, just shut up little voice and click the publish button.



The more I’ve gotten into photography I’ve started to realize that people are a LOT like art itself… Just like for art we each have our own likes/interests in pieces of work, some like imaged art where some like written art. We all have the taste for art though whether it be music, photography, poetry, drawing, etc. We all have it in a different form and style.Even with everyone’s interests being different it all boils down to the exact same thing we all share “Art”. Just like we have in other people we all have different views on people everyone likes different aspects or qualities in others yet some people like the same person as others. Some like the cute energetic type which is like their drawing/painting. Some like the emotional let nothing hide type which is like their poetry and others like the sensual romantic loving type which is like their photography. We may even get our artistic thoughts from others whether it’s because we need to release an emotion or simply to show the person how much we care about them. But even with all of this the views we have for others just like with art boils down to one main thing we all have and that’s love. All art is about is the viewing of a certain emotion, scenery or even a thought.. and all Love is about is the viewing of ones personality, heart, or even looks.. so all in all with this said I believe it’s safe to say everyone has the artistic skill and everyone is like an extravagant work of art in someones eyes.


“The beauty in art is nothing else but the essence, the creation!”



Putting pause to my novel “4 Shades of My Girlfriend” ,today i started writing a new short story.It gonna be 3rd one .Kinda Romantic one ;).I hope I can improve more and learn more on creating poems and fictions.This is exciting.  LOL

My first Story : IMPERFECT DAD


Now, I am currently writing a story of a girl Eveleen named  who was struggling with few things like broken up with her boy friend, loneliness and suddenly a stranger makes her life like a rainbow.I’m still adding more in my story.I think the story would be just short and will sound like a romantic one. Hahaha. Best wishes to me.