In the cocoon of stillness, a tale unfolds, of a self taught artist, as destiny foretold Lockdown’s cloak, a blessing in disguise, Unveiling a passion, where her spirit lies On a flight to Dubai,
came an art fair post She told her dad who motivated her the most Thus came World Art Dubai in 2021 A global stage where dreams are spun Out of 150+ artists, only 24 were chosen to walk the ramp, a memory warmly frozen On the art ramp, she gracefully tread, A self-made artist, her spirit led
Then London called in 2023 Her artwork danced, wild and free Destiny’s hand guiding her every stride, In London galleries, her dreams reside From the quiet corners to expansive skies, Her spirit roared as she took the road where her true calling lies No longer confined by societal norms She painted her liberation in vibrant Storm
Her art speaks louder than words could convey In the chaos of quiet, she found her way Lockdown’s gift: the birth of her artful play It’s not an easy waltz, this dance of desire Only those sustain, who roar with fire Destiny being the best script writer In the moment we are its biggest fighter Only some years down the line, we understand its screenplay as to why what who happened a certain way
Life always has your back, she believes What is meant for one, he shall receive Pass the test of time for that is prime So, keep going where the heart leads, In the land of dreams, where passion feeds For the moments of struggle are but a test, And the worth of the journey, the heart knows best
POEM BY THE ARTIST
In the cocoon of stillness, a tale unfolds, of a self taught artist, as destiny foretold Lockdown’s cloak, a blessing in disguise, Unveiling a passion, where her spirit lies

On a flight to Dubai, came an art fair post She told her dad who motivated her the most Thus came World Art Dubai in 2021 A global stage where dreams are spun Out of 150+ artists, only 24 were chosen to walk the ramp, a memory warmly frozen On the art ramp, she gracefully tread, A self-made artist, her spirit led

Then London called in 2023 Her artwork danced, wild and free Destiny’s hand guiding her every stride, In London galleries, her dreams reside From the quiet corners to expansive skies, Her spirit roared as she took the road where her true calling lies No longer confined by societal norms She painted her liberation in vibrant

Her art speaks louder than words could convey In the chaos of quiet, she found her way Lockdown’s gift: the birth of her artful play It’s not an easy waltz, this dance of desire Only those sustain, who roar with fire Destiny being the best script writer In the moment we are its biggest fighter Only some years down the line,

we understand its screenplay as to why what who happened a certain way Life always has your back, she believes What is meant for one, he shall receive Pass the test of time for that is prime So, keep going where the heart leads, In the land of dreams, where passion feeds For the moments of struggle are but a test, And the worth of the journey, the heart knows best
