Friday, 14 June 2013


Looking over his shoulder, Owen noticed a splendid, slender woman, with fiery red hair. He wanted to see more and turned around. The woman stood there, looking at him, her mouth giving him a big smile and her eyes telling him to come in. The red hair was dangling in the solemn wind that came once every three-four seconds.

Her pale beige dress made her face stand out even more, but something else captivated his attention. Her pearls. 

They were big and round, almost to the point that they were engulfing her neck and leaving marks underneath, yet she didn't care for she played with them, toyed with them in such a way made him think of naughty things.

Then he noticed something else as she rotated the pearls around her neck; attached to them was a green ribbon. Rather small in size compared to the pearls, it made him ponder if it was a reminder.

The cobblestone ground that they were on, that seemed crowded mere seconds ago was now void of other breaths but their own.

He mustered the courage to take one step forward; the woman winked with her perky eye, while continuing to smile and play with the round stones.

After three more steps, they were separated by only one step.

His courage dissipated at the sight of her growing beauty, that seemed to get better with every second.

She licked her lips, then her teeth, then reverted back to the smile.

Owen began sweating, thinking of what might come, but didn't know what to say to start the conversation.

The woman winked with her other eye, then stopped playing with the pearls. She lifted her hand and slapped him hard, then turned around and began walking indignant. Owen's cheek was red and his ego dead.

Saturday, 8 June 2013

Coursera class collage

As I am currently in "Introduction to Art: Concepts & Techniques" in Coursera. I had an assignment to do something with surrealism and collages (and some other forms, but collages interested me.)
I hope someone understands the message I'm trying to give.

Friday, 7 June 2013

The power of no

Do you know those times when you write something or say something and you expect to get praises upon praises?
Sometimes it happens, but other times we hear NO.

Unless that person is simply trying to be a bully (or an internet troll) and doesn't say anything else, you shouldn't listen to it.

However, those two letter may sour your mood, they may weaken your mental state, heck, they may make you a disbeliever in your own strenght.
But instead of doing all that, simply smile, say "thank you" and move on.
Then there are the ones who give constructive criticisms. Sure, they may say it well at times or bad at other times, but they're taking time to explain something to you and you should listen. What you do with the information afterward is entirely up to you.

Remember, the only one who gets to say the true NO is you.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

The object of desire (poem)

A girl and a boy
were raring to go on a toy,
but this one was for her
and for her only.

He could not understand
why the thing was for her alone.
Their romance made them feel as one,
yet the item made him feel...

The boy did not know sufficient words
to express his feelings of immense distress.
For he lamented with utter contempt
because their relationship was now a mess.

The object in question,
long, silvery and pointy,
was sent with dedication
and she stroked it gently.

The boy was mad with envy
because he wanted to feel that
pleasure and excitement, only every
day he spent on the mat
wearing a bright yellow hat
that made him stand out in this century.

Their relationship was tarnished
and all because of one toy.
She teased him on occasion
by wearing it in her pocket.

The boy with no arms was annoyed by that.
She enjoyed writing with the silver crayon.
He sensed her being giddy and went head-on
But she paid no attention to the one with a yellow hat.
For he was her first love, drawn on paper.
Once she stopped, he was but a vapor.