Is this love i am falling in ?

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My own T-shirt !! :D

So, I'd been meaning to paint my own T-shirt for a very long time now. Finally i found the time, patience and will to do it. Although I used Poster colour, which means that it is going to be lost once it is washed, i am not a bit sad ! I am elated !

Here's the front Part of it

Hind Part

Me having fun at CR Park

In case you are wondering what they mean :-
The front part simply says that Life may be an n times differentiating function, but I am e to the power x. (warning: I'm a maths buff). In lay mans term, life may try to screw me as hard as possible, but its not gonna affect me. (since, e to the power x is not affected by differentiation or integration :P :P)

The hind part is copied from a pic I saw on Facebook. It was supposed to be barbed wires turning into flying birds (screwed up barbed wire part). I added a few things like the message to break free and the two suns (red, rising. black setting) to symbolize the transformation.

This was also my first attempt at painting !!!

:D

Darkness

and they thought there were no shades of darkness :

mere absence, ain't it ?

Yet, were they blinded by the dark rainbow,

that had lit up their setting sky.

'How dark can darkness get ? ' they said.

But alas! Its not the darkness you see

but the one you feel

dancing upon the closed lids of your resting eye !

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Running away !

The wind is never still. Never silent. If it was, it would not be wind any more. What is it running away from? Or equally well, what is it running towards? Restless, it seems like a child wanting to break its shackles and run, without knowing how to. The frustration further fuels its ferocity as it lashes out left and right, unto itself. And yet, within it, a strong want for peace lingers alone in a dark corner.

What of wind that 

wants not to blow ?

But rest lightly

still, upon thy brow.  

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Jealousy

I look at the little boy 

running around naked in the rain

And I think why can't I ?

I look at the old wrinkled

face that cracks into a smile

And I think why can't I ?

I look at the mother brimming

with love for her child

And I think why can't I ?

And he tells me,

of the stifled laughter

and dammed tears:

Of quivering hands

that were never spread

and frozen lips, pursed and dead.

I look back and wail:

Trembling, ahead I glance

And forget Where I am !

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