Impressionism style Arcylic Paintings

Where i exist

Sometimes
I wonder
where I
came from.
Sometimes
I forget
where I am
and see
where I am
going
It is the
remainder
of time
where I exist
not caring about
past or future.

In the end it is going to be alright.

In the end
it is going
to be alright.
Any path
you choose,
you will
be fine.
Make sure
your heart
is free,
that there
is no fight.
What has
to happen will.
There is no
wrong or right.
Make peace
with your past,
you have
a long way
to go.
You can not
go far
with the
burden of
guilt and remorse
in your heart.
There is
always a way
if you choose
to have one.
Find it,
face your demons.
Strip yourself
of all labels
and values
pasted on you
by the World.
Stand naked
in the face
of nothingness.
Realize that
you will know,
even if nobody
else does.
Recognize
the existence
of the soul.
Speak.
Communicate.
Connect.
Everything relates.
You will see
as you go along.
Just keep moving.
In the end
it is going
to be alright.

Product Design

Few product designs that i made.

Poem to the Self

Dive into a river, swim upstream.
There is always something,
that is yet to be seen.
Don't stop, don't rest.
Keep going, keep moving.
Change is a part of our gene.
Every second, every minute,
there's a moment and i'm in it.
I don't stop till i'm finished.
My purpose not just to win it
but to break all the limits.

- Salman

The Run

How fast can i run
when i have nothing
to run for or from.
How far can i run,
 if i have no place
to reach to
or leave from.
How long will i run,
if i don't want to anymore.

- Salman

A boy called Silence

Here's a song
about a boy,
a boy who
once was
not so strong.
Always swinging
between reality
and dreams,
seeing day dreams
in nightmares,
seeing the light
and carrying on.
One day
that light
was gone.
He was lost,
but kept strong.
Floating in the wilderness
of the mind,
trying to fill
empty spaces
in his life.
Searching restlessly
through the gaps
of the heart
strength to survive.
such pain,
that would
wake you up
angry and irritated
A fire,
so hot,
it burns a hole.
At the center of  body,
at the heart of soul.
He walks, walks
and walks again
and then just
a little more after that.
He walks
not listening
to people that talk.
Because he's a slave
to his heart.
Living each breath
like it's his last.
This boy
who once was
not so strong.
danced in joy,
lost in happiness
spoke words
that meant
nothing but madness
Lived a life
and still does
live on.
If he was
so weak and wrong,
why is he
still writing this song ?

Forest of KIMOS

- Somik "tintin"

Here I Am

                                         Here i am.
                                         Graduated from 'That' to 'This"
                                         Still...
                                         can't be compared with the 'Almighty'.
                                         Trying hard to turn around the 'Wheels of Time '
                                          and then i just ..."Wish".

- Vipul Singh