Wings

'Far and wide my wings I spread

Cutting the untamed winds I fly 

Calm is my mind, high is my head, 

This whole universe is my sky'

I did this work using masking tape (for this indicative bird)

Done in watercolor and Pitt pens on 5*7" watercolor paper.

Freedom

Men often take pride in ‘granting’ freedom to their women, which they think is a grand favor on their part. Sadly, women too feel or are made to feel lucky upon having such a liberal man in their lives. However, freedom is one’s fundamental right and cannot be granted, given or permitted by anyone. Sadly, in our culture, women are made to feel thankful for basic rights and apologize for everyone’s mistakes. Such things, in the long run, make them feel guilty about everything that goes wrong with anyone around them. Society turns them into blame absorbing sponges. 

Even though one may face hateful remarks, I feel personal freedom is something that must not be compromised upon. A woman's freedom is not a piece of cloth that can be trimmed as per someone's idea of freedom or perceptions.

Do Return My Dear (Villanelle)

Presented below is a 'Villanelle' or 'Villanesque' which is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. Read more here. 

I am very thankful to K Parthasarthi Sir for his motivation and guidance. 

Do Return My Dear

Like rosy spring, do return my dear

You make heavens smile upon me

I shall await you till the next year

Your whisperings all day I hear

In twinkling stars, your face I see

Like rosy spring, do return my dear

I sense storm hidden in skies clear

Igniting are the cold waves of sea

I shall await you till the next year

But this cruel fate is what I fear

Still I have set you, my love, free

Like rosy spring, do return my dear

The pangs of love often appear

So blissful is this insanity, I agree

I shall await you till the next year

No other desires are left, I swear

As our lives are tied by His decree

Like rosy spring, do return my dear

I shall await you till the next year