WELCOME

In the twilight realms where reality dances with dreams, DADA emerges as an enigma of surreal fashion and art. Beyond the mundane, we transcend into a universe where the fantastical whispers secrets through every stitch and brushstroke. Here, the ordinary dissolves into extraordinary, and the lines between imagination and reality blur into a symphony of creativity.

With each creation, DADA weaves a tale of wonder and curiosity, inviting you to explore the shadowed corners of artistry and fashion. Our designs are not mere garments but portals to a world where the unknown beckons and every piece holds a story waiting to be unveiled. Step into the mystique of DADA and let your style become a canvas for the extraordinary.

Seeker of Stars:

Beneath celestial canopies, I ponder existence. The Milky Way whispers secrets, and meteor showers ignite my wonder. I seek solace in the vastness, knowing that my atoms once danced in distant supernovae

GUKTURK

17

In the forge of possibility, where dreams and reality entwine, We wield our pens as architects, crafting a destiny divine. The blueprint etched upon our hearts, a vision bold and clear, For in the ink-stained lines, the future’s whispers we hear.

Genuinely, we weave the strands of innovation’s tapestry, Stitching hope into the fabric of what is yet to be.

We sketch with courage, brushstrokes of resilience, Painting sunrises on canvas, defying all indifference. For the future isn’t forged in sterile steel and chrome, But in the fire of authenticity, where hearts find home.

So let us design with purpose, fueled by empathy’s flame, Blueprints of compassion, etching kindness as our name. And when the dawn breaks, and the horizon gleams anew, May our legacy echo: “We designed the future true

Search

Apple of my Eye

Planet One
May 16, 2024
1 min read

Sometimes in life , when we loose the Apple we loose the taste and we becomes bodies that consumes with no taste .

In the garden of life, where fruits and dreams intertwine, She blossomed like a cherry, her sweetness divine. Her laughter danced like grapes in the summer breeze, Her love, a ripe peach, brought me to my knees.

With her, life was a banquet, a feast for the soul, Her passion akin to strawberries, making my heart whole. But now she's gone, like apples plucked from the tree, Leaving behind memories, a bittersweet reverie.

Yet her legacy endures, like oranges in the sun's embrace, In every juicy memory, her presence I can trace. Though her absence pains me, like lemons tart and sour, Her essence lingers on, in every petal, every flower.

For she was the orchard of my heart, abundant and true, In every fruit, every taste, her love shines through. Though she's no longer here, her spirit remains alive,In every fruit-filled moment, she continues to thrive.

She was the Reason

She was the Apple of my eyes

WELCOME

Seeker of Stars:

Apple of my Eye

Recent Posts

Comments