This painting of mine for this week’s blog is inspired by this amazing poem written by Robert Frost. Even till this date this will always remain one of my favorite poem. I remember reading it in my high school. I got goose bumps. I had this secret fantasy of painting this. I simply love…
Author: desertflower5
Hi there, I started this blog to express myself. I choose to call it the dessert flower. It's a odd name for a blog you may think. I think it best describes me and my life. You can find a rose anywhere but a desert flower blooms under the brutal sun, harsh dessert, without water and all alone. I think at the end of the day we are fighting for ourselves just like the dessert unsented jewel#dessert flower#
Ocean
Let the light house path your way so that you can be bewildered by her sent of magic every time you look into her eyes you will be tempted to fall deeper and deeper into her dangerous waters She is a turbulent wave on the surface crashing with anger and frustration scaring away her enemies…
Aisle
Smash! The window rattled in fear, the wind howled, and the bolted door flung open. Rain poured in through the side of the screen, drenching the side of mattress inside my room along with the carpet. I will never forget the fierce storm that invaded my peaceful sleep last night. I was wide awake looking…
Meraki
A scented desire that fades with time Rippled existence that merely lives Devil that forgot the ways of evil A shore that never saw a tide coming Ocean that dared to meet a horizon A chapter that was never read Lives in a book that should never be written By the hands that didn’t how…
The Beast
Welcome to the masquerade Of a flawed living Of the devil living inside Fighting for its innocence That the world forcefully stripped it from A lie that doubted the truth Made him wonder Of the few that knew him But yet abandoned him at his lowest As he fought through hell Only to return as…
Quintessence
What is life I say to myself every day? It took me a while To adjust myself to a chaos preyed life I am still figuring out this forbidden path Life is less of what I what to be But more of whom I am going to be In the next five years I see…
Nangeli-Abolishment of breast tax
This is a true old folklore that many of 21th century haven’t heard. It is one of the first feminist acts in India started by a strong powerful women called Nageli who was born in a low caste of – Ezhavas-toddy tappers (who laboured in that awkward gap of society fashions ) and she went create…
Stigma
Sorry for not responding no more She don’t care about anything Reached a dangerous saturation point A sole that decayed inside Being every one’s rock She forgot to be her own With a smile she greeted her troubles Lent a ear to the needed Became a voice of the unheard She was a ray of…
