MSC #6 - PushkinIn the desert grew the flower's decree,MSC #6 - Pushkin by shehrozeameen
For the Lord had ordained its fate to grow;
Never could I have had dreams come to me,
That the bloom of spring was calming to know;
I have never seen a desert rejoice,
But here I was now left to make a choice:
To be a part of this celebration,
Or step aside in my dedication
To observe nature's ways from a distance.
Be neutral and not take part in wrong ways,
For what had led to coming of dark days
Was Mankind's crime: It sought in repentance
That the desert flower which will blossom,
Shall live long enough to see kind autumn
MSC #5 - CaudateAmor Vincit Omnia thus beginsMSC #5 - Caudate by shehrozeameen
This sonnet to you dearest nightingale
Love, oh precious! Love is a forlorn tale:
It gives an audience to the chagrin
Of the heart's impatience - thus does it grin
Shamelessly as its mastery impales
the senses, forcing a Schiller's lost vale
to consume one's vision, and see within:
To realize the light calling to us;
But the heart construes a cry to the Lord -
For it knows when the mind is led astray:
For it follows it own choice, it floats thus
To see from a plane we did not accord -
Hence do fools find that their choice one fine day
See their love fade away
Hindered hopes and whispers I reminisce
For Behind all that mirth and sweetened bliss
Fate Screams with a sharp hiss:
"Henceforth will you roam this world without hope?
For what will you sacrifice to elope?"
MSC #3 - Terza RimaForever bound by woes none can understandMSC #3 - Terza Rima by shehrozeameen
We wait for an end unlikely to happen
'Tis a guilt of heart and mind - hard to withstand
Is this the dream oft told - aloft, forbidden?
It seems to me, lost, a forlorn conclusion
Alas, from love alone, can we be broken
All beings, born equal, have many questions
Unanswered, we are trapped in our minds confined
Not whole - devoid; we are seeking redemption
What defines love? Why must it be deified?
Its essence, praised, has not yet been realized.
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May Sonnet Challenge (NOW OPEN)5/1/2014: The MSC folder is now open for submissions! Good luck!
I Love Walking in Spring-timeSpring is a lovely time of the year – that’s the one time of the year when you can walk out and not feel sad or gloomy, while listening to the birds chirp and watch the sky turn into a moody overcast grey, just about right to make you believe that it’s going to rain but there’s no sign of it bound to happen soon; it’s that time of the year when you can look back at old memories – happier times when things were actually sensible and had some purpose to them, and weren’t simply a cavalcade of nausea and emotional turmoil; its spring time, that time of the year when you find yourself as happy as a lark, and hats off for a day off – or something predominantly close. That’s how I feel when its spring time, and don’t you deny it yourself, you also feel the same way; wanting to take a walk out in the open, with no responsibility on your head and with precious little to do except just… being yourself for once; being aI Love Walking in Spring-time by shehrozeameen
|Short Stories from Yours Truly|
|My Quatrains in the Rub'iyaat format made famous by Edward Fitzgerald.|
Happy Reading <------- he's a pervert.
Feature #8 - The Library of NefertariHello, and welcome to the eighth feature of the series "The Library of Nefertari." Here, you will mainly discover works of literature that contain strong segments of imagery and emotion, as well as inspiring visual art. If you're looking for pieces that permit the utmost beauty and power, then you're in the right place.Breath-of-Nefertari
So without further ado, I present to you these lovely works! Feel free to show the artists your support by giving 'em a , comment, or even a .
103 DalmationsI just hit a hundred watchers a few days ago, and I decided that I was going to feature every one of you lovely people. Then I got a few more and decided that the cut off for this feature would be 103. It was a pleasure to go through every single one of your galleries. If you're not here, you'll be in the next watcher feature, I promise.d-e-l-e-t-e-d
Lifelines by LadyLincoln The Universe by gonegal
summer the cruel maiden by autisticat FF7 - Glass Desert by Aerode . by MotionlesssInBlack forget-me-not. by anothereal
Song of the Moon by AnieWrites A Pair of Masks by SeamlessMaiden goodbye is a human emotion by forshepard If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Time by TheEmptyChest
The Devil Has Landed / A Difficult Stock Market by jamboe89 Lovesong by AyeAye12
Angel Without Wings - 2014 Feature 12Who are Angels without Wings?TheGalleryOfEve
They are those fellow deviants:
who more or less regularly feature other deviants
who always willingly give tips, hints, helpful comments
who answer at least a fair amount of the comments they get
who give kind and or uplifting words where they see its needed
who feature and pimp projects and deviants who need support/help
who take the time to suggest DD's on a more or less regular base
who take the time to suggest seniority every now and then
who give fair and helpful critiques (whether official or not)
or what else helpful, kind, supporting they might do
You can read all about it Here
Every first weekend of the month 4 deviants will be awarded with a pair of wings and get
featured by Nameda and h
I WON! Seek for me not where the wild flowers grow, nor where the Hawthorne blooms, find me now where the snow drifts graceful and low, where meadow blooms lie like I, now dried against cold stone, having been choked out by thistle of silence that hast in such a chill wind flourished so, linger with me in meadow's flush with Madam Winter's blush, find in me a frail voice of softness like snow falling, an old music, a different poetry, a dream of dance hast found its birthing in me, played out on the melodic chords of a harp tis a haunting symphony, for once I was but an Angel of Shadows, ah but no more, now I am thus and becoming so much more so, finding again true loss of passion's pains and desire burning deep recesses in my soul. Ah will I rise again.LaColombeDeDeuil
A Quote from Queen Kaylia Merrick of the Mystical Isles
Whispering on the softest night breeze
Warmed by the gentle dawn's wishes
The Shape of Things to ComeYou want change on DeviantArt. Everyone here has something they would change. We do listen and, yes, we can’t get everything done. Still, as a community, with any change we change together because we are all here together.spyed
We found major talent to join the DeviantArt team this year to help us assume responsibility for major change and deliver on it. In return, we will be calling on the whole community to exercise its responsibility of continuing to shape DeviantArt into the place where the global undercurrent of creativity feeds the future of popular culture.
DeviantArt is as binary as it is digital in its platform. We serve equally those who produce art as those who need to see art and engage with it. Creating the undercurrent is a function of tools as much as it is a function of community activity. Getting these two to work in unison has always been the secret sauce of DeviantArt – and every recipe for the sauce begins
Hi! My name is Shehroze Ameen.|
I'm at present working in the following groups:
- Founder - A place where all your get exposure. Do give it a look
- Head of the Critique Department - send a whenever if you want to apply as a critic to me, prettyflour or Michel-le-fou . For more details, see this journal:
Critique Department Update: Critic Openings!EDIT: Duties of Critics have been added in this notice. Thanks fernknits for pointing that out. Appreciate it.
- Second in Command - a place where you get critique in exchange for critique given to members . The rules are provided in the unappreciated journal features posted every month. Come on over!
- Staff Critic (now promoted to Co-founder) - Yes, photography critic as well. in case you ever have any photographs which you feel require attention or are outstanding, don't hesitate to send me a .
What else.... I love . If you need somebody to , or need someone to talk to about something, me. but if your serious about progressing forward, I'll do my level best to help you out in any way possible...
Looking forward to what people feel about my works
Hear me / my poems on Bandcamp or Soundcloud:
Apart from dA, I'm also in the following writing websites. Cheers.
Blogger : vermilionshroudsofmyinnerself.…, serzhrant.blogspot.com
I am available for commissions as well (writing mostly ). Here's the thumb to my commission details:
Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:and its only for 20 (my cut is 16 , if you want it in real life amount).
Don't hesitate to go when you wind up looking at my works Cheers.
The Nobel Peace Prize 2014 was awarded jointly to Kailash Satyarthi and Malala Yousafzai "for their struggle against the suppression of children and young people and for the right of all children to education" ("The Nobel Peace Prize 2014". Nobelprize.org. Nobel Media AB 2014. Web. 11 Oct 2014.")
The Heavenly ShipOne day, it was early evening and the sun was just about to set, as the Little Sheep came to his friend Stalker Horse on the meadow, where he just took his goodnight grass, and asked: "You, Stalker Horse, you know the way to the heavenly ship? ".
"Hmmm," replied Stalker Horse, because he just chewed with relish on some particularly tasty herbs, "I think I can help you, Little Sheep. My grandfather often told about it when I was young and described me the way there."
"Oh, that is fine," cried the Little Sheep delighted, "can we go right there?". "Please," begged the Little Sheep the Stalker Horse that could not be fazed and still tugged at a few blades of grass. "It is my birthday today."
"All right. Come, get on my back. We fly together to the Heavenly Ship".
Stalker Horse knelt down and the Little Sheep climbed without difficulty on the back of his friend.
"Hold on, Little Sheep, here we go!" With these words, Stalker Horse got to move. He was faster and faster until he finally t
|Critique is such a hard job - but somebody's gotta do it. I for one, am proud of my critiques.|
Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:
Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen: