“This too shall pass. A new light will grace you morrow.”
Words of cheer strive to lift you from the abyss.
Chronic or ephemeral, dark is the cloud of sorrow.
The art it inspires has no feeling amiss.
Stay strong, pal. Life is naught but a test of spirit.
Give up not. Hope endlessly. For in fighting lies your merit.
Hardships come. Hardships go. What lives forever is the fight.
Life might want to suppress and oppress and depress you, but overcome it with all your might.
A love for life, a lively love
gives beautiful art, artistic beauty.
Write your thoughts. Give thoughtful writing.
Discover joy. A joyful discovery.
What a five rupee note brought to the waiter’s face
after he fetched some water and cleaned the place –
the curve of unmasked happiness born on his lips
seemed more precious than the money received as tips.
Romance, happiness, fun. Sorrow, anger and hate.
All emotions of man have danced to his tune.
Joy his music has spread and changed many a fate.
As a gift to the earth he came on the second of June.
‘Mundane’ tasks that deter gents.
Done with brooms, utensils and detergents.
Efforts to ward off many an unseen organism.
The foundation stones for essential feminism.