Saturday, March 3, 2018

Olga Bueva -Spoken Artwork

Art is a succulent to an artist. The form of art could be his/her paintings, poems, music, dance, singing and list goes on. 
Many spend years finding its nuances or learning them and few bring in their vibes that takes art to a different level.
That is probably where I would describe  Olga Bueva founder of Pe Pa Art and Nab Interiors.
Our first interaction was for choosing the book cover of my debut book Its My Life introduced by my publisher Karunesh Sir - Cyberwit  Publications.   Her paintings were so good, breathtaking and profound that eventually I excused myself to choose none of them that would loose the very individuality of her work that it truly deserves. 

 I have seen her art grow since then like a beautiful tree with branching out into decor and interiors that divulge and indulge an viewer with its majestic design, intricate structures. Not to forget her everyday lifestyle, life size paintings prod your thoughts to know about some timeless moments, era that need a revisit.

Times bring in new chapters,  but ain't any worth if you forget to appreciate it, and so does Art for what I believe in.  So, here's my humble post for a one in minion... Olga:) 

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Scarecrow - Picture prompt

My poem- Scarecrow - winning poem of JULY prompt on TSL

Hey bro , look at the grey clouds
Will it rain today, I  have a doubt
Step carefully, one  at a time,
The beautiful fields are rushing along the breeze, it is just about their dinner time      
Wave to the birdies and call them home
We can have a quick chat with them seated on the cables, otherwise isn't it so lone
Aaron, the mighty tree wont you join us today  
Let us have you sing in your glorious voice that will reach scarlet  manes at  bay  
Berman, Coldrack and Hugo ,gear up young lads,
 Shall we camp behind the golden haystacks like nomads?
Stop nudging and pulling my trousers, Tinkle
Ofcourse you are a part of the camp party, right Bro?
Meanwhile Tinkle manages to climb on his arm and whisper innocently,
We all will surely come, but whom are you calling out
I turned left to see a white clothing hanging midair, so shaken am I now, I cannot even mumble or shout
#pictureprompt Elvira


Eager sight
Vanished dreams
Translucent sleep
Timeless speech

Spell your name

If I could define love
it would start with you
and end with me
perhaps it continues to stay that way
writing in your name
and signing off mine
perhaps in between rests
chapters that unsettle our destiny!


She brisked on with life
Having that faint hope
will resurface sooner or later
......Everyday He spent sometime gazing at the stars from his terrace

Beyond conventions

You trouble me, confuse me
With your thoughts, your actions
Often repeating them
To be meant different each time
Though I often associate
my limited singular knowledge to it
Still not once, do you ever give up on me, my dear child
That unmatched love within you makes me less normal
#Autismseries #beyondconventions


We met again
A gentle flame flickered to Life


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