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Our prolific artist Vincent Van gogh is a true lover of art. He is a magnificent human being with a kindest lightest spirit. His eyes always reflected a tinge of distress and sadness that portrayed his lifespan but in his paintings he drenched all the beauty lying around him. He always painted a mixture of people children nature and faith. A misjudged soul since his childhood van gogh found peace and relevance in natural elements. His hidden love, his wishes and his aspiration to connect with people reflected in his works. He was disappointed and disregarded all through his age at some point or the other but he never ever gave up.  He continued to paint. He and his brother Theo were the only connecting souls in the world. His brother and his family meant everything to him. Vincent was an ultimate genius of colours and that made him one of the finest painters of the modern century where his work was really appreciated.  Art was inside his soul. He might have started late in his care

The Morrigan is a Powerful Goddess from the Irish Mythology. A symbol of Battle, sovereignty and strife she takes a form of  Magnificent black Raven when the warriors are fighting for their lives in the battlefield. She flies above them and gives them a strength to win. Also in the Ulster cycle she takes a form of an eel, a cow and a wolf. Morrigan is undoubtedly a war deity although she is compared with the Germanic Valkyries. Her form as a cow is often associated with wealth land and prosperity. The Morrigan are also a traige of Goddesses and number three is said to be the most auspicious number in both celtic, norse and welsh mythology.  The Morrigan and her sisters are all seen as the War Goddesses and are connected to fate and destiny. Its a strict resemblance to giant tribes of Norns and Valkyries. She lurks above the heads of the fighters on the battlefield to foretell death and also her voice and appearance is fierce threatening and ominous.  She is a terrific form to an

A G arden of Paradise ::--)   I dream of an exotic and flowery garden Where, among the dense plants Who's interlaces form a shelter for us, Suave fragrances are floating; Marvellous Paradise, made of lush greenery, All glistening with enamel and gold, Pearls and roses, all nature's splendours, Beauties such as treasures are. You are like this place where I can rest Enjoying the fine odours of nature Where I may adore, admire and love you, And for a short while I begin dreaming and celebrate you: You're my Adam and you are my Peace!