Woodland Fire and Afterlife

Stacked up money defines rich Like tomfool said your vehement belief A magic, a wonder, a gradual change  Inebriated mess, you let it become Like flame is that rich, so glorious and bright As woodland on fire, you let it burn self None to stop, charred and burned your soul. With wind flew its ashes,

The Mystery Blogger and The Active Blogger Award

Hey all, you wonderful people. It’s been quite some time since I actually wrote something, because I’ve been concentrating on my drawings. I couldn’t respond sooner to my friends who nominated me for awards and I apologize for that. I’m gonna combine both awards in a single post, so here goes. The Mystery Blogger Award 

Wild and Strong

Another… another sketch from my sketch book. Have a great weekend you wonderful people! 

A Story In A Line

With her child, she grew up a little everyday learning life along the way. Daily prompt : Educate Image Source : Pixabay 

The Sound of Silence

Originally posted on Pravarthika's log:
Alone in the palace of one, with the alarm it began? Ringing and Ringing, waking from noisy dream Task switched, coffee machine purred One by one, got life and sound Air for carriage, my ears for destination.? Clocks ticked, second by second? A reminder to me, be not indolent?…