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A beautiful date.. Once a man planned a beautiful date for his prettiest sweetheart. He made the breakfast, made the girl special by taking her to a lavish shopping. At the end of the day, at dinner table, while she was relishing her last sip of cold coffee with ice cream, he offered her the best gift. The man gave a very beautiful gift to the pretty young girl. It was a gold chain with an expensive pendant.  He made the girl feel special and asked her, that if she could bring another man who can gift her something more beautiful and expensive than this.. The girl smiled back and said that she could have more expensive gifts but won't be so beautiful than this. Hence the girl said that this man deserves the best of her love... The girl is a daughter and blessed with the best father in this world... A father who did the best of his efforts to feel the lady at the top of the world. A gratitude to all the fathers of the world.

Martian..   Found a life on Mars! I wish I had words As I am running out of breaths. standing over a mountain, on a stumbling rock, mumbling words, unspoken to self The red bright sun, far away galaxies, stars coming out of nothingness, I pause a bit.. I thought of my home, my books, my coffee, my pet, a oak sleeping in the acorn, birds waiting in the egg, Sweat tripping from my head, I look down in the deep valley, & again to him, How little I am.. And him!! So ornate, so honest, Touched by his simplicity, Only life in the vast tangled desert, A pinch of inspiration, A hope for commitment, A waking angle, Highest vision of my soul, I touched by every inch of the soil, A martian, He made me fall, helplessly in love, yet again.

I found someone who treasures me like a prize possession, I found someone who loves the size of my waves and enters into my storms, I found someone who relishes the calm I can have and eager to set the sail on the vastness of my mind, I found someone who can't escape the love I have treasured, because its now in my very blood.. Let's tell this story..   Photography by Shalan is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

  SHE NEVER GOT A KISS…                       In the Vast blue sky, the sun flaunted its physical allurement with a yellowish red tinge of dazzling light creating an aura of godly descendance. The cold wind slashed against my face, almost freezing my body. I was sitting near my window and sipping my hot brewed coffee. Fresh snow had covered the whole area with a white powdery blanket. The icy droplets glittered with a reflection from sunlight. I was gazing towards the floating ice drops that were vanishing on the verge of brume.                       The cold air sneaked in and seeped inside the layers of her feathers and made it too heavy for her to fly on. She felt a nasty cramp inside her pneumatic bone and felt hard to move forward. With all the odds she fell down and struck against a piece of snow mound. Her whole body screamed with pain. Her eyes became numb in the cold air. The falling snow flakes made her surrounding hazy. She dragged her body with her nails pushing agai

This piece of wall painting was accomplished by a group. This shows the epic of team work, cooperation of group of people, and bonding of friends that collected a lot of appreciation. Dedicating this to my group of friend those worked hard for continuous several hours, the one behind this whole idea, to accomplish this so beautifully. The toys are not painted rather popping toys dancing with soothing breeze. I would be always thankful to the one sitting above for blessing me with the people who taught me the real meaning of unconditional love, abundance creativity and genuine joy to celebrate tremendously joyful event called life.   I can't tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You game me a forever within the numbered days, and I am grateful. Poetry by Shalan is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

When I step into my 7th grade this what I do.. Something that always lifts my spirit up.. Something that always makes me smile, I loose the fear of being wrong.. A paper bag.. You appreciate or not I always worship the creativity of  nature.. Creativity doesn't wait for that perfect moment,It fashions its own perfect moment out of ordinary ones.. Poetry by Shalan is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .