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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 ...

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 .

when i arise in the morning, i think what a precious privilege, is to be alive, to breath, to think , to enjoy, and to love... So my dear difficulty, if  you want to come into my life,the door is open. if you want to go out of my life, the door is open. just one request. don't stand in the doorway. you are blocking the traffic. you may badly injure yourself. Poetry by Shalan is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

Sketch by Shalan is licensed under a  Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License .

THE GIRLHOOD : I am a girl and I proud to be, You kill me before my birth inside my mom’s womb, But my mom taught me to pronounce you as papa. My childhood seems too expensive for you, You stole my bags, my shoes, my schools, But I put on colours to your walls, As everyone can’t afford branded goods. I am a girl and I proud to be, You make me tired with loads of responsibilities, But I feel to put nail polishes at any moment of time is my birth right. You called me stupid, dumb, brainless, But I go on decorate your home with canopies of love and make it flawless. I am a girl and I proud to be, I pull the door while it is written push, You got embarrassed that I can't use chopsticks, But never left a bit of my gajar ka halwa with cashews, I am a girl and I proud to be, You left me at the middle of the road that I can't wear heels, But I fought with the stars to smoothen your road which was thorny and up hilled. I am not fascina...