Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Creativity

Art is self-expression, exploration of one’s creative imagination, understanding of different  cultures and history, which teaches tolerance to live in diversity as an individual in the global society.



Acrylic and Fabric Paint on Fabric 'Kumari the Living Goddess' 




Watercolor 'The Dawn' -Lakeside
 ‘The Nature Mourns' 
Early morning roses,
tantalizing dew drops,

breathing in the fresh air,
lingering fragrance.

Wavering light of gentle sun,
intense as the day matures,
colorful petals all blown,

deforestation has grown,

                                                             Serene panorama,
                                                               charismatic wilderness,

Monsoon 2010 Photo 
       the gentle breeze,
       no longer exist.
 
 Rebound in the nature,
   afflicts the globe,

     anticipation at the horizon,
          as the Nature mourns.                                            
             Copyright ©1989 B.Chettri

Crow
Self-worth
This is a story of two best friends,
Their names were Ghee and Crow,

       Both worked hard to meet their ends,
       This might lead you to lift your brows.

While Crow went to toil in the field,
Ghee cooked mouth watering meal.

                                                      The food was always delicious,
                                                      This made Crow grow suspicious.

                                                  Crow was now green and inquisitive,
                                                   Sneaked behind to play a detective.

                                                       What could be seen?
                                                      Ghee heating a saucepan!
         
                                                 Jumping in and jumping out!.
                                                 Melting in jumping out!

                                                   This was the reason behind,
                                                     For the food to taste so divine.

                                             ‘Why should I be less than him?’
                                               ‘I could do the same,’ he hummed.

                                              While Ghee went to toil,
                                              It was Crow’s turn to heat the oil.

                                                     Crow thought now he knew,
                                                     ‘I could cook the stew.’

                                                Guess, what happened?
                                                 He was totally jeopardized.

                                                      Just then his friend came in,
                                                       Saw him screaming with pain.

                                                  Switched off the stove and said,
                                                  ‘Tell me you are not in vain?’

                                                     This was my Mum’s heirloom,
                                                      Relayed in the family room.

                                                              By B. Chettri 2001

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