Verse & Vibes

This poem reflects those moments where you feel almost enough , but not quite. Where your heart is full, but your presence feels unseen . It’s about the in-between , the dusk  , not quite day but not quite night and how often we exist there. It’s for the times you show up sparkling,  even when you feel like static. Not broken , just… blurry. Not fading , just  filtered . It's a quiet nod to those who feel too much in a world that asks them to feel less. If you’ve ever been the background while others take the spotlight , this one’s for you. Painted & Written by me! The   Tree  That  Grew  Tired... I painted a tree in a sea of blue, With roots that float like I tend to do. It stands so tall in a world so wide, But no one asks what it hides inside. They see the red and say it's bright, But red can burn and bleed and bite. Not every bloom means life's okay  Some petals grow from walking away. I laugh too loud so no one knows, How...

This piece emerged from moments of introspection, where feelings didn't fit neatly into boxes. The canvas became a space to explore those in-betweens, the silent battles, and the quiet triumphs. Just like the butterfly, we all have days where we feel pulled in different directions. This poem is a tribute to those days, to the beauty found in imbalance, and to the strength it takes to keep flying. Painted by me!   For the Days You Feel      Like  the Background ...    A butterfly burns where my silence grew,  Its wings are fire, its heart is blue. One side screams in amber and flame, The other just shivers: quiet, tame. Some days I feel like the background,  Quiet, unsure, fading out. While the world wants colour, loud and proud, I’m still figuring what I’m about. I used to think change had to hurt, That falling apart came first. But maybe growing isn’t loud, It’s choosing colour when you're allowed. I’ve worn bright shades when I’ve felt gra...

Dear Reader , Let’s start with a confession... I don’t always know where a line will end when I begin writing it. But maybe that’s the thrill of it, the not knowing. The uncertainty. The wonder.                                                      I call this blog   Verse & Vibes because that’s what it is: part poetry , part painting, part “oops-Did-I-accidentally-made-something-cool?" Verse & Vibes was never meant to be perfect or polished but it is mine. It’s where my poems and doodles live when they’re tired of being stuck in notebooks. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they just make me feel better and that’s enough . If this blog were a playlist, it’d be called: ‘Cried, Laughed, Posted Anyway.’   And me? I’m The Doodling Bard.  Professional overthinker. Occasional rhyme-dropper. Not quite Shakespeare, not quite P...

  A painting of a sky that never stayed one color. A patch of sunflowers that never stopped facing the light. Houses that held memories and leaves that kept growing even when we weren’t looking. This piece began with a brushstroke of nostalgia: blue melting into orange skies, like the kind that used to signal playtime was almost over, but not yet. The houses? They’re not just buildings. They’re echoes of laughter in stairwells, of mangoes eaten too fast, of stories whispered under blankets. The sunflowers in the foreground? They’ve always meant joy to me pure, golden, untamed. And the leaves? They’re time. They’ve seen it all change. The poem grew from there: a reflection of how childhood looked then… and how it flickers now through screens and scrolls.   Sunflowers Know,                   We Once Were  Wild...  Remember the days of endless play,  When laughter was constant, come what may...