Memory | Divya's Canvas

Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

Memories of my Beloved

Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.

Babies are boss and they show their form when the matter is of their toys.

Toy Story: Baby Boss

I am the baby boss. I like my dad’s shoulder to sleep on. Because it always keeps moving and I feel like I am having a ride. (Dad was walking carrying the baby in hand while doing work or in the market) I was sleeping and a bubble came and popped on my nose.

Monsoon

Listen to the roar
What does it say?
Riddles on roofs
knocks on sheds
So loud, so clear
Monsoon…

Babies become boss when they are energetic.

Energetic Baby Boss

Then as I sat in between them, I started my energetic dance.
Hop…hop…wiggle wiggle…hop hop…wiggle-wiggle…
A tap on mom’s cheek and a kick on dad’s hand. Grabbed mom’s hair in my crab like hands and pulled them.

Respect other's no, otherwise no one will accept your' yes.

Saying No

Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud

Nature heals everyone with its peaceful beauty.

Nature’s Beauty

Making me sing
And reach the fumes
Greenery my audience
Pebbles hustling
Cheerful flowers
Bees buzzing

Being lonely means being only. Time when one is alone.

Loneliness

With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;

Babies know how to attack on ghosts named humans with their toys.

Baby Boss: Ghost Buster

I am the baby boss.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
I see ghosts everyday …You can call me a Ghostbuster.

I was sleeping 😴…

Self-confidence is very important what if it gets lost because of harassment.

Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison

Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.

Chocolate making workshop in college was a fabulous experience.

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.

Sometimes things run out of our hands and we just have to sit regretfully.

I wish I could

I wish I could see you
And could say forgive me
I wish I could make you smile
I wish I’ll be new not actually I

So, what if one is a poet. Just be confident.

You are a Poet

You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky

Crowd cannot always help to get rid from loneliness.

I in Crowd

What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me

Hard to Breathe

It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,

Indifference

It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…

Anxious Silence

No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process

Curious Kiddos

‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.

No passion only hunger in kitchen

A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.

Lohri is an exciting festival which makes everyone happy.

Happy Lohri 2023

This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…

The essence of old memories like elegance, joy and pure vibes will always remain the same...As have never passed...'

Friendship

And Friends,
Turns it towards the next tune,

Emotional pause results in a new identity.

Paused She

She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.

One can lose self-existence but can't lose memories even in the afterlife.

He

In an ocean of memories, he submerged all alone.

Mirror

Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.

Every individual's personality is like a deep well which takes a really long time to be explored.

Decades

It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.

A role model is one who inspires others to be the best of them.

Dear Role Model

Characters were same
and so were our roles.
She spoke little polite
I got cautious for every single word.

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;

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;

Where words and action rests that's the point for dialogue of eyes.

That Eye Contact

A Moment… she raised Her
eyes met mine
Sunken in ease
Spoke millions of lines

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”

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?

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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