Feelings | Divya's Canvas

She is Angella so what? Her journey is not less than her enemy.

Journey Of an Angella

In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;

Sometimes meeting with our own precious memories can raise a new us.

Memories Of My Eye Capture

Oh, dear God,
I still remember that pose;
In trial of first walk,
I fell, then crawled;

Girlhood is already complex and in the absence of childhood it becomes worse.

Retrograded Girlhood

Bygone was innocence…
Its sparser burnt Ash, embedded exquisite crossover;

A smile is not just a curve on our face, it is something miraculous.

Smile of One: Smile of All

Such people who know how to smile or whose smile seems like a reflection of their pure heart have a unique quality in them to make others smile blissfully are really miraculous.

Silence is good but it should not be borrowed.

Silent They, Silent You!

Never borrow silence from others because borrowed silence can be toxic for us.

Anger And Aggression Management

Anger and aggression both are gripping their control over our minds, hearts and bodies in this competitive life.

Nervousness is our first impression in front of ourselves in every new phase of life.

Is Nervousness Really a Hurdle?

It’s okay if we get nervous sometimes because it’s the first stepping stone to identify our problems, weaknesses and unconfident zones.

Answering ourselves without knowing what we are looking for doesn't work sometimes.

Difficult Question

Building blocks of stress,
And mason was the threat;
A sight came of help,
But got lost as unforgettable guest;

Creativity lies in all of us but not all of us call ourselves creative.

Creative Girl’s World

The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;

Negative emotions often hold us in their grip easily, we should try to be in touch with positive emotions.

Angel Of Darkness

Blur for first, got disappeared by last,
Mysterious was time, blindfolded with dark;

Silence can be our day shiner if its synonym of introspection.

Love For Silence

My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;

Comfortable zone is everyone's choice but femineity is bound to Uncomfortable zone.

Fish Out of Water

I will learn how to swim,
Deep beneath the drought with even burnt skin;
I can be the tin; I can be the bin.
But more than that I will never forget to swim;

Life is set of chapters and Death is the climax based on destiny.

Fear Of Life and Death

One moment it makes us laugh,
Another moment it makes us cry;
Sometimes we have to run very fast,
At some times we have to be a tortoise;

Difficult situations can get resolved easily if we have our dad with us.

Miss You Dad!

Mind was not accepting reality,
Heart was feeling very proud;
Today he may not be alive,
But his efforts lie in the crowd;

Respect from a man not from egoistic anonymous for a female always be threat for gender domination.

He In Her

The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;

College Life is a common fantasy for so many students. Will it remain the same?

Fantasy: College Life

In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;

Self-commitment is not easy. Its difficulty has the capacity to break the chains of commitments only with weapons of QNA.

Was I A Nark?

I…
Was the witness?
When he lost his life;
Overdosed he,
Mobilised evil eye
Only on me;

Child who doesn't have mom knows her importance more than any of us.

Mummy’s Luck 🤞🏻

Lucky me
Lucky you
We have our loving moms…
Not hung by
“Blood is thicker than water norm”

Home can't be romanticized always. Sometimes it acts like hell too.

Home: Painted with Blood

That kitchen cooked rotten food,
To serve her in that terrible hell;
Her chapped lips marinated with blood,
Felt burnt at every attempt to touch;

Dialogue of feminism and Females is point to be noted.

Feminism’s Inner Voice

Can’t I fetch,
The cage of my dreams;
To hide it in secrecy,
Far from stubborn reach;

Characters and appearances may disappear but memories remain everlasting.

Place Of Memoirs

This place is a replica,
A record of our memoirs;
Look now you are not here,
But What I doing here?

Loss of humanity means loss of our identity.

Humanity and We

Humans are advanced beings to live,
But our existence is useless in the absence of humanity;

Exploring ourselves to meet our hidden companion is fun.

My Full Time Companion

Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,

Instead of listening to unknown speakers we should listen to ourselves.

Unknown Speakers of Society

Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?

Humans will always remain in bad debt list of environments.

Creditors Of Environment

It’s nature actually which heals us,
Look at us who are pain giver;
It’s not human but still has humanity,
Being human, we are just unable;

Comparison is good if it's not separating someone from his or her identity.

Sense of Comparison

I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;

Addition of choices means addition of complexity.

Paradox Of Choices

When someone is closest to you,
Must be very far from you;
When someone is far from you,
Might be there only for you;

Feminism groomed itself as per the demand of ages.

Feminism 2.O

The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;

Books are a beautiful essence in the life of so many readers.

Me My Books in Nights

No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…

Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;

Projects

School Project: Blood Donation Poster
This project is a part of “School Project: Drawing and Painting”. In this project we were asked to make a poster on Half Chart Paper size. In the poster client wanted us to make a giant blood drop which is doodled and has hands and legs.
Lion Face: School Project
This project is a part of the “School Project: Drawing and Painting”. Client’s requirement was Lion face drawing and painting for her kid. In this project the client wanted us to make a Poster that has a Lion Face with an open mouth and a slogan written in it with 3D effect. As the theme of this project is “Power of Red Colour” so we were supposed to highlight red colour to complement its features.

Workshops

Declamation on Entrepreneurship
True Entrepreneurship needs a doer not a dreamer. Dreaming is the start of the journey to achieve our goals though. But only dreaming is nothing more than scribbling based on your thoughts. Execution is the hook here. If there is no execution, our plan automatically will become dormant. Entrepreneurship is action oriented, it may be the research work, resources collection and many more.
Handmade Chocolate Workshop in College
Whole time I was observing that students were participating with so much interest. Even though they had special abilities and challenges in their lives they were so confident, enthusiastic. There was a will to learn something new and respect for seniors and teachers in their eyes both were mind-blowing. I experienced the joy of doing teamwork and we packed chocolates in beautiful colourful wrappers.

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