All i loveD i juZ loVed AloNe......
chilDhooD liFe iv noT beeN
waT otherS seeN iv noT seeN
mY passioN flow likE ocean loW
mY joY N sorroW i knoW noT knW
mystrY oF life binDs me stiLL
iN realiTys hearT loVe secuRd foR a whilE
i missd u , missd u, missd u soooooooooo.....
my loVE mA , feeL wil die unknowN......
everY colouRs haS its tone
every birds wil sing its tUne
mA loVe maY destrOy da colouRs oR tunE
so ma truTh leT it remaiN dA samE
that is................................
All i loVe i juZ loVe aloNe.....
..................ruxeeN
About Me
- ruxeen
- heRe i aM.....RUXEEN................... :) i am noT uR prinCess. im noT uR liFe. I am noT uR anGel. Im noT uR dreAm. iM loVe...lOvE juZ wanna B onlY wiTh realliTy..... [Whoever wants to know sometin abT mE moRe(as a painteR or a writer, the only notable thing) ought to look carefully at my paiNtiN N poemS , try and see in them what I am and what I want to do]...
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i may leave this world but not the shadow of these shades:)
~ The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. ~
lemme go tiil the dream can travel
U combine all colours N here iam
I don't say everything, but I paint everything.
Art is not the application of a rule of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any rule
Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive, where every sense is heightened, and every emotion is magnified. Our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, or an afternoon, but that doesn't diminish its value, because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
I want my colours to say those poems.
The true worth of a man is not to be found in man himself, but in the colours and textures that come alive in others.
Single soul dwelling in two bodies.
“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.”
my painting are my companion, It keeps me company, comforts and inspires.
I paint with my heart, not with my hanD.
hOld me clOse -- I am tired of bleeding.
I still imagine that soothin touch; it's beautiful missing something that much.
“Praise does wonders for our sense of hearing.”
It is great to get praise from the lips of taciturnity
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my he[art] is exclusively my own.”
![All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my he[art] is exclusively my own.”](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mb4NKvOusV_Gx-ziog_P8h-y4MXpjK29iSN3NIRQ-RI6JOkkutAdX5I171C_op4hGcaZ1et4ix7lPXpYz_nJ8dJD1SAZ8ACKdRmSzyrPvNCk-TOnG3A04W8Goy9E75SZVgKJQ5xcH3Vs/s600/Zd8281o.jpg)
It is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring in your life and the lives of people you love”
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen”
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”
Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”
Awwww,danciN,,,,,the poem of the souL
Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected
Look into my eyes and hear what I'm not saying, for my eyes speak louder than my voice ever will...
u can cage a poet but not a poem
“Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.”
everyone smile with the same language
mugham enbadhu manan kaattum kannadi enraargal,,,,,,,,,,,aaanaal naan solven adhu manam maraikkum kannadi endru :))
Like all dreamers I confuse disillusionment with truth
“Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do”
“Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a tho
Colour is a natural necessity just as for water and fire. Colour is a raw material indispensable to life. human being has associated colour with his joys, his sorrows, his actions and his pleasures.
it was not into my ear you whispered, but my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul
lemme discover my strength, enlighten my mind, share my feelings, and celebrate my emotions.”
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