minimal

(3)Painting-Untouched silence

2011-04-04T13:18:00.000+05:30

Untouched silence remained ,

And remained until we parted.

Long time has overruled it,

But it prevails still in my mind..

Those were,

The close knitted, yet opened eyes, and tugging egos;

Fears in both heart, however, no words surfaced.

The worse was in coming, and seen in the sight,

Something, notwithstanding, yet kept us upright.

Upright,

To our opinions,

To our self esteems,

To the nonsense of not letting off,

To the thought of not forgiving.

Time,

Moved on…

And so we did,

Or perhaps….so we think.

But that silence is not yet broken,

And kept intact ,

In the times of yore,

Awaiting the shrug,

Awaiting the call,

Awaiting the initiation,

From at-least,

One of us…

Rather..Both of us!

(2)Painting-Sad Rhyme

2011-04-04T13:14:00.000+05:30

My silence served me death;

If not,

There was none to goad.

I held then, high my head;

Now,

They tease me by the booed.

Enough I gathered round;

Things,

To serve the burial .

I did survive for long;

Then,

Making life surreal.

Generations to come;

Now,

Should learn to speak in time.

Else their name too, would come;

Someday,

Like mine, in a sad rhyme..!

(1)Painting-Pollution

2011-04-04T13:11:00.000+05:30

Pollution I drink

Pollution I eat

I live on earth of cement

Pollution I breathe

My water is filthy slurp

My air is risky chemical

Food that fills my abdomen

Has pesticide on wreathe

Automobiles all over

I don’t walk far and wide

I do all stuff to add on

That carbon monoxide

I cut trees now and then

To alleviate the luxuries

That’s how I add pollution

And put nature on divide..

I live in the so called new world

I am the modern man

To harm my ecosystem

I do all that I can…

(6)Painting-Untie me

2011-02-15T22:09:00.000+05:30

Give me not, the fodder to feed

But give me the sky

I want to soar high

Untie me,

Give escapade

There’s so much to win

There’s so much to try

(5) Painting- Hope

2011-02-14T10:09:00.000+05:30

Unbreakable I am,

I am the seed of the soul.

Immovable I am ,

I am the house of the skies

Indissoluble I am,

I am the color of the sand.

Unchangeable I am,

I am the face of the dreams

Indestructible I am,

I am the light of the breath

Unshakeable I am,

I am the centre of volcano

………….Imperishable I am…because I am the Hope…

(4) Painting- Foster Life

2011-02-14T10:07:00.001+05:30

Dreams of the death

Have not ripen yet…..

Let’s plan to foster life

Lets learn to kill the strife..

Why crib of the dark?

That too does amend .

Why hassle to let off?

What harm if you bend?

(3)Painting-Reminiscences

2011-02-13T01:18:00.000+05:30

Reminiscences,

They are beautiful,

Yet give the pains

Eyes see the rains

Thoughts think of the same

There is only one name

Mind unfurl the crease

Heart deems sort of freeze

Core moves out of seize

And Soul, feels all the peace…

Reminiscences…They are magic!!

(2) Painting- Endless is the joy

2011-02-10T18:11:00.000+05:30

Doom knocked the door, of the one who was scared;

Those with no worries could sleep off whole night.

What is the way to the house of heavens?

What is the address of that godly light?

Pieces of conviction, were found on the way;

Trust has been missing from all of our freights.

Dared , who did, crossed the alleyways;

And of the rest, remained stuck in the fight.

Simple, there are, the customs of faith;

In petty egos, there subsist no delight.

Let loose, Live, Give and Forgive;

Endless is the joy, Hold on them tight

(1) Painting-Time

2011-02-10T18:04:00.000+05:30

Time,

is this time..

there will be no other..

you have got,

just one shot

hit it and move further..

don’t think, and blink

and wait for miracle

think, create, propose

and push with a hurl..

this moment is in now

you wink and it’s spent

bend it to your best

before it makes you bent

(7) Painting-Trying

2011-01-23T23:14:00.000+05:30

Flight of my attempts,

Announced emergency

It was going to crash….

And put my dreams in trash…

Choices were laid down

To Die or try and fly

I picked on parachute

Of faith and fortitude

I jumped in air of yes

And flew in sky of hopes

Landed on hill of trust

Discarded falsely crust

I learned a lesson for life

Not to loose the hope

Keep trying till you breathe

And until you succeed

(6) Painting-Lengthy Journey

2011-01-23T23:09:00.000+05:30

Even the tree, sheds off its dried leaves,

What do you expect from the strangers all around?

Life is the walk off the firewood and flower;

It is a lengthy journey, there is no tiny bound.

(5) Painting-Soul

2011-01-21T21:38:00.000+05:30

Un-lightened torch would not do that harm,

Harm which your darkened mind can create

Let loose the fencings of that pure thing called soul,

Let it lighten itself and the world around..

(4) Painting-Closed Eyes

2011-01-21T21:31:00.000+05:30

When I looked into thee

My eyes did scolded me

Blood in veins of them

Took conscience on hem

And ordered to me to speak

Speak at least for once

Once in this long long life

to speak the truth

to speak what should be

to speak which is unsaid

to speak which I always wanted to

to speak which I could never

to speak least before I die

to speak it all out of the heart….

But I,

Did not

I chose to deny

I closed my eyes….

(3)Painting-Dream

2011-01-21T21:25:00.000+05:30

A dream came to me for help,

And asked me to justify

It came from a poor little girl

Who could not, but just do cry..

It wasn’t about money or wealth

Nor even for a healthy meal

It was about love and care

It was about touch and feel

This girl saw a child with a mom

Mom who would care for her child

This girl with no parents of her own

Garnered for a dream very wild

She wanted parents now of her own

Who would love and worry for her too

The dream asked my help to solve the fix

Can the dream of this girl be turned true?

(2) Painting- Layers

2011-01-19T11:02:00.000+05:30

LAYERS

Painted Childhood

Naughty adolescence

Daring youth

Caring growth

This is what I could gather, from the pages of bygones…

Pages of forth-coming, are yet to be ruffled

They are yet to be trialed …they are yet to be assayed.

Till, then I will have to wait

To cut and then to paste

Pending pieces of days

And years and years of life

To make collage a rife..

Clutter of days I lived

Heap of dreams I died

Album of my truths

Notes of that I lied…

Then I may complete

This pending work of mine

Collage of life on whole

Perhaps, may look then fine.

(1) Painting- Surmise

2011-01-19T10:58:00.000+05:30

SURMISE

It rained in the desert,

And mating that I saw

It was of beauty high

I looked with all of awe

Dried particles

Of sand were opening up,

Smooth balls of water

Slipping in, to usurp..

The smell then arousing,

After the unison

Erotic was aroma

I too felt like being one..

Pleasure of some moments

Clouds then flew away

But beauty what they crafted

This mating will always stay..

(2)Painting-Trippin

2010-11-06T17:04:00.002+05:30

My being gets evolved with every breath I take

My past gets resolved with every move I make

The space I leave behind creates certain void

Certainty of the future, perhaps is paranoid

I may be running fast, faster than the race

I pull on, I pull off, but all with some grace

Though I fretter away with the fact of persistence

I never fall short to perform the repentance

I am the call of the time, in real vengeance

Will not put them off, under any of pretence

The retrieval is ongoing, and so is the demise

May be the procedure, appear not precise

I don’t know, if I would do

From here, till the through

But what I hold so sure

Is the faith azure

Traverse would not be futile

My evolution would be agile.

(1) Painting-Untitled

2010-11-06T16:37:00.004+05:30

Two incomplete lives

Merging into one

Better beauty than this

I bet there’s none

The magic of adore, permeating in the pause amid

For a fanatic, it’s the paramount of any bid

The pull, the draw, the drag so mysterious

Pain seems worth gaining, though deleterious

The haul brings in closer

Two standing cross in the face

The fusion of opposites

Perchance gives mirror image..

(2) Painting- Charismatic

2010-09-03T00:27:00.002+05:30

First look,

The Initial move,

Beginning words,

The Opening encounter ,

Primitive denial,

The Earliest approval,

Primary unison,

The Original passion

Fore-most touch

The First love..

Charismatic

(1) Painting- Perception 4

2010-09-01T00:02:00.000+05:30

Show me the difference

One says , “I haven’t changed”
The other says, “ you are just the same”

One says, “ I miss those days”
The other says, “I live in them”

One says, “ I am still trying”
The other says, “I did not give up”

One says, “you are just the one”
The other says, “ there’s no other one”

One says, “ I am still hopeful”
The other says, “ no hope without you”

One says, “ I want you to be happy”
The other says, “ you may leave me alone”

One says, “don’t leave my hand”
The other says, “ I will wait till the end”

One says,” I don’t hate you”
The other says, “I love you”

The difference, if any, you find between the two ,
Its simply the outcome, of your perception value..

(4) Painting(4)- BEYOND THE ABYSS

2010-07-22T21:59:00.001+05:30

Away from the worthless rules and lines

Away from the involved helpless whines

There falls a place

With no grimace

Larger is the horizon of thy consideration

Praiseworthy is thy art of true deliberation

Detaching haze

Appending grace

Aiming to climb up the stature of abyss

And let the rainbows from beyond, thus please

In manner ace

Forgiving menace

(3) Painting- PERCEPTIONS 3

2010-07-22T21:46:00.001+05:30

For more than an era and long

I thought I could never be wrong

I stepped, stumbled and fell on my face

It did resemble the spoon and lemon race

I did not unlearn to have faith in them

Though they treated me with all the condemn

I looked at my palm and searched for that line

Which could assure, things would turn fine?

Perhaps fate is something , beyond comprehension

Or may be I should rework, all of my perceptions..

(2) Painting-PERCEPTIONS 2

2010-07-22T21:39:00.003+05:30

I abandoned my soul amidst the crowd

And went ahead searching the material victories

I gathered a lot, but in some while, got tired

I could not carry the burden of my achievements

I wondered at myself that

I had left my weightless core to carry these senseless loads…

But I found,

I am not the only one acting idiotic,

There are innumerable like me everywhere

With their perceptions set wrong in the roots…

(1) Painting- PERCEPTIONS 1

2010-07-22T21:38:00.000+05:30

Beginning itself is the evidence of end

No tide leaves unturned

No time can be caught

What lasts forever is the encounter in between…

What remains in the hold is the feeling serene

Equating doesn’t give an answer always

His maths is tough

His science is weird

Does Step by step and mould by mould

What remains mystery is how the fate unfolds?

(2) Painting-SURMISE 2

2010-03-28T16:33:00.010+05:30

I keep wary, I keep counting

I measure the occurrences

And then resort to make it better

I pull up, I push up

I give hundred thoughts

And then I chose to settle with it

I do-undo, I repeat

I doubt, re-affirm

And then I acknowledge with it

Yet, often the dried and thinned urge arises up

Questions me for being so rigid yet begging

And then, though I resist, I give into it

And accept the flows as they were meant to be..

I guess, the beauty, most of the times, follows the

Effortless, genuine progression arising out of its reserve, rather than the worked up, unusual approaches.

(1) Painting-SURMISE 1

2010-03-28T16:28:00.005+05:30

Don’t postulate

Don’t forward the hypothetical base

Oh good Lord of mercy

Our trust in you, don’t let us raze

Scattered is the wisdom

Bewildered, thus so faith

Heave our convictions-beliefs

Brush off the thickened haze

Let grow, let flow

Every form of breathing race

Spare them of hard surmises

Cascade them with grace

(9) Painting-SURMISE

2009-11-27T14:53:00.002+05:30

Mind,
I thought it is,
ostensible, delusory.
To agree, I put it under scrutiny,
simple procedure chosen .
I emptied it off memories,
and malfunctioned its analyzer.
I blipped its reasoning sense,
and sailed it into vacuum.
I did not let any source, provide reflections.
I wanted to test if it had any substantiality of its own.
I had to know if it survived devoid of notions and yet,
produced those manifesting, deceiving and still overt, naked,
original ideas, to keep the world of imaginations alive.
Test completed.
It did stay alive, without any exterior resource,
and never ceased to produce the unimagined patterns of
beautifully crafted thoughts and theories.

My surmise proved right.

(8)Painting- UNTITLED

2009-11-17T13:42:00.004+05:30

One foot here, one foot there

Let me meander to my flair

The earth beneath is the endless pedestal

Skies atop does refine my glare

Inventiveness is in the vision I hold

Endeavor I make is indeed manifold

The alleyway, though, is not an easy ride

I do not lose sleep, if the fate turns out cold

(7) Painting-UNTITLED

2009-11-17T13:40:00.003+05:30

Let this intersection sow the seeds I dream
Let this cultivate into hundred color rainbow
Let it intersperse light in every dark corner

A step, a gesture, a move be made
Let the task to enlighten be prosperous
Let it not be called a dark meeting point

An illumination be born out of this amalgamation
Let the sorrows and hatred die out of its heat
Let enthusiasm reach the corners of blind eyes

It’s been awaited for long, let it come now
Let the world of happy blossoms be brandished
Let it now not end into anymore sad eclipse.

(6) Painting UNTITLED

2009-11-17T13:38:00.002+05:30

All my victories heaped atop my palm
I risk them all in the bet of new challenges
I fear not the loss, if I loose them all
I know, with a little more time and a little pain of loss
I will stand again, and make efforts
I have to keep moving, keep working with faith
That is one thing I never toss to loose
My winnings, my defeats are the same
Because they are exclusively mine
I have earned them both, so why crib for one and love the other?
I hold them in my heart, to revise from them time to time,
What I had learned in the process of achieving them,
And thus do I cherish and relive the experiences I earned in the journey.
And start afresh with being myself a little more learned.

(5) Painting- UNTITLED

2009-11-17T13:35:00.003+05:30

From traversing through the innocent dreams to the harsh realities,
From enjoying the gentle care to the cruel allegations,
From securing the lifetime memories to the unscrupulous experiences,
From being treated like a God to being thrown away like a junk,
From getting closely bonded to getting scattered into pieces,
From jingling into the crowds to being left alone in the world,
From being showered by endless love to getting bankrupted of every emotion,
From being the most gullible to becoming the strongest of all,
It has learned to amass itself and mount up within and make thyself more concrete,
So as to get less disrupted by the turbulances,
It has changed over a period of time and through this journey- My heart.

(4) Painting-PERPETUAL MOTION

2009-11-07T02:44:00.004+05:30

Who am I?
A substance, an abstract, a resource or the destination,
A feeling, a notion, an order or the desire,
A movement, a meeting, an issue or revolution
A research, a march, an innovation or the repetition
A victory, a loss, a fib or an honest existence
A truth, a lie, a myth or an illusion
A hand-pick, a plaything, an acceptance or a dismissal
A body, a package, an art or the eternity.
Who am I?
I am the only truth in existence,
I am the evidence of the super power,
I am an example of continuity
I am an imperishable entity
I am on an eternal, permanent, unending, interminable beckon which has
Neither the beginning nor the end,
I am the soul,
exhibiting the perpetual motion in the universe..

(3) Painting-BOOMERANG

2009-11-07T02:41:00.003+05:30

It’s a chime,
Every thought, every action, each and every deed
Retorts in its unique way,
Nothing goes straight, it coils down until it nullifies the energy which was born
During its creation.
The good is returned with better,
The bad is fought back by worse,
Love is answered with peace,
Hatred is countered back by repulsion.
Birth is balanced by death,
Death is settled by new origin,
And the cycle continues…..
Boomeranging every particle in the universe from its conception to destruction, and from its demolition to new construction…

(2) Painting-DECEPTIVE PERCEPTION 2

2009-11-07T02:40:00.003+05:30

Wild weeds
Subtle seeds

Barren skies
Dreamy eyes

Fate less palm
Almighty calm

Spoiler nerds
Willful words

Setting sun
New horizon

Wound floats
Victory gloats

Words kills
Silence fills

Drought green
Optimism sheen

Deception flaws
Candor draws

Sight misleads
The vision leads…

(1) Painting-DECEPTIVE PERCEPTION 1

2009-11-07T02:35:00.003+05:30

I suspect my insight
Is it leading me the right way?
My observation says, it will happen.
My mind says, it is impossible.
The picture I painted with the brush of my experiences
And color of my expectations is perceived blurred by the moss of illusion.
The perceptions I hold deep inside, are being questioned.
I witnessed the past and am watching the present, the only page I cannot turn now is the
One holding my future.
And so I rely upon the summons made by the circumstances and the keenness I use to shape them up in the forms.
I give them names, I give them contours, I give them color, I give them feel, only thing I cannot give them is the life which can only be ascertained if these are proven to be representing the paradigm and not mere an illusionary parade of my thoughts misleading its own mission and the observer.
They say, “ beauty lies in the eyes of beholder”,
I say, “ verdict lies in the mind of onlooker”.

(4) Painting -

2009-08-26T15:15:00.005+05:30

The concave of my conscience;
Is far more rigorously strict ,
Unlike my throat, which lets the air in.
The later soothes me when I want to breathe,
The former, so effortlessly, sucks air out of me.
Catastrophe of the science is, it did not invent the respirator for the brains,
and hence leads to its death when surfaced to the woodenness of the inoperable encounters.
But hey, wait here, halt now,…is it really a misfortune.?
No, certainly not ! Perhaps, it’s the boon, that all intellects can’t be saved, because if no brains on the earth ever died, the existence of the spirit and conscience would have been akin to the skeletons of the dinosaurs, showcased across the world.

(3) Panting- ABYSS 13

2009-08-26T14:59:00.004+05:30

I fell deep down,
I survived, but found myself ,
In the valley of the fine art ;
So flourished by name and means, the art ...
To me it appeared, the just born possibility,
I flipped and flapped my hands and feet ,
I tried to swim, I tried to fly ;
I could not do either, until I gave up
And decided to live with it .
It did not turn out to be a compromise ;
But served me the boon and mean of my existence .
I breathe art, I eat art, I sleep art, I live art.
I chose not to fight to climb up this abyss ,
Where time chose to leave me for better ;
I rather started feeding myself with the feel,
Of being the sovereign of this realm ;
Where in, one day, there will be the rule of
Meaningful, unmolested, genuine form of art,
And victory of every means portraying the same.
And for which, I have to give my each gulp of air,
Drops of sweat, blood of imagination, and
Soul of my dreams to make it look alive in the form of certainty.

(2) Painting-ABYSS 12

2009-08-26T14:57:00.004+05:30

Be it the end, but with a beginning ...
Be it the eve with a hope of new sun ....
Be it the cause of purge of the woes ...
Be it the reason for the fall of none .

So what, if it echoes the depth of valleys...
So what, if it holds the darks of the dark ...
Let it be the milestone happily arrived ...
Let it be the sign of the permanent mark.

(1) Painting-ABYSS 11

2009-08-26T14:51:00.003+05:30

Why you look so stumbled upon ?
At the see of the sight I ought not show again ,
Be not surprised, that’s just one measure of height;
To the level, things have fallen in my beloved country.
It’s much more cavernous, than the abyss I represent;
The pit fall, where in we all have got stuck,
Few by destiny and most of us by choice .
We do not want to work, to grow ourselves by even an inch ;
Because that may give a hope of emerging still again and
Thus , perhaps, Coming out of the mess one day…which is now, may be
Serving us as a bed of merry roses.
We afford to forget the pains of others, because this time it’s not us and when ;
It will be us, we will seek the sympathy as we do so artificially while socially commiserating with others, and so why worry now?..
We have learned to live like this ,
With all the corruption, crime, poverty, pollution, population, selfishness, indecorous living with no
Patriotism.
The depth is much more, the hollow is more profound ;
The bad state of my nation, Alas! is much more sound !!

(5) Painting -ABYSS 10

2009-03-31T16:58:00.004+05:30

Neither spoken, nor displayed,
Not even hinted by the act,
My mind does hold the deeper gulfs,
Rather be called the hollows in fact...

Hidden behind the curves of masks,
Louder are those sounds of cries,
My heart retains the wider voids,
Rather be called the “ABYSS in disguise”...

Painting -ABYSS 9

2009-03-31T16:29:00.002+05:30

“Dark is for the doom”..who said it anyways?
For me, it is the beginning, it is the very base.
Don’t get mistaken, by upshot of dark behind;
It’s set to give the feel, of expansion to the mind.

Invisible difference between acme and the valley,
Discovered by the traveler only during sally,
Till then black does serve, the fusion of these two;
Podium portrays peak! Displaying depth?-->Abyss do..!!

(3) Painting -ABYSS 7

2009-03-31T16:26:00.002+05:30

Not every hurdle may prove fatal;
Not every stoppage may be the end.
There could be a sign of hope within;
There could be a an ordeal with a bend....

Not every pit may as be for compost;
Not every hoe may be done for the junk.
There could be prospects hidden in void;
There could be chances larger than chunk....

(2)Painting -ABYSS 5

2009-03-31T16:23:00.002+05:30

The jig piece seen above,
Doesn’t fit my size of crater.
God doesn’t keep his promise,
He too, like us, is a traitor.....

I asked for one to fit in,
This widespread empty pitch.
He displayed so much smaller,
That can be dissolved in the ditch.....

I carped at him for the betray,
And demanded explanation.
He said there’s nothing like abyss,
In any of his creation.....

It’s the false created by human,
To fit in the ego so futile.
And hence its musing seen above,
Is as much a fib and fragile....

(1) Painting -ABYSS 4

2009-03-31T16:20:00.003+05:30

My silence served the tool to enemy
My consents were the cause of defeat
What worked to make me see the crash?
Was the very nothingness of my own creed.

(2) Painting- ABYSS 8

2009-02-05T23:38:00.004+05:30

Sunup, the crack of dawn
New genesis commenced
All arroyos so demolished
Fulfilled ground enhanced

No abyss, to bawl over
No dearth so unfulfilled
Dusk of void perhaps landed
All despair, thus milled

The trash preserved behind
As the mark of bad bygone
Reminding of the triumph gained
With black and white crayon

(1) Painting- ABYSS 6

2009-02-05T23:35:00.005+05:30

The emptiness, no more intense,
Is the embark, perhaps of new instigation.
Curves of the time, laid on folds of fate,
Are the precursors of new beginnings.
With edges of hope on gizmos of faith,
Rebelling to evade the darks of dismay.
Destination not afar, to be acquired,
Is awaited by every miniscule of light.
Reformation cropping up at the threshold of dreams,
To overcome barrenness and persuade contentment.

(14)Painting-ABYSS 3

2008-12-17T18:18:00.003+05:30

Don’t put me in roil of restrictions,
let me be free, I am better off this way
I don’t want things to get complicated
I want it to be simple in the simplest way

Don’t set curbs for me with relations
It will suffocate and ache my existence
Let me prevail in my means and mode
Let me only, look after my subsistence

If held and looped, I‘ll loose my lure
Will feel abandoned in void of crowd
Don’t lace me in, for viable means
If not liberated, my soul will pout.

(13)Painting-ABYSS 2

2008-12-17T18:02:00.008+05:30

Petite podium, profound arroyo
This comes as a challenge to my instinct
Circumstances sets me in crisis at times
Although this time, it’s not a big chink

Haven’t I managed to survive deeper void?
Should I really doubt my strength of mind?
Naah..!! I should never give up optimism
If I truly wish, hurdles will get unwind.

(12)Painting-ABYSS 1

2008-12-17T17:56:00.003+05:30

They say, be content..
How can I?
When there’s a widespread void within,
maneuvering to make my every cell feel hopeless,
and leaving me alone to hunt for even the quintessential need to survive, and that is
My breath….!!
So tell me now…how can I be content?, how can I be happy ?, when my
very own foundation is in the gallows of restraints, and my desires lost in abyss......

(11)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:40:00.004+05:30

UNISON OF THOUGHTS

Theories may differ in their origin,
Concepts may vary from their counterparts ,
Opinions may stand at some divergence,
Ideas may clash holding differing views,
But notions from within heaves in a way,
Get gathered in the soul of consciousness...
Though stronger may be the force of untruth,
Thoughts get magnetized to the power of core...

(10)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:15:00.005+05:30

CASTLES IN THE SKY

If not legitimate, not a fib as well
Candor in belief is very determined
Substantial base, though, may not exist
Perpetual life is yet not confined

With shades of diverse possibilities,
of little success and more failures;
Rampant remains the developments,
of soon-to-be true, willful desires.

Whimsy does rounds at interludes
Holding an urge to be real one day
While survival faces a doubt sometime
Feel remains unshaken, all the way

Name it fantasy or impulse of the heart
Or call it the exhort of the craving cry
It is the world of my dearest fancies
Name it daydream or castles in the sky

(9)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:13:00.002+05:30

LEEWAY

Those pieces of my life
I surely don’t assort
They are better un-stroked
They are better not sort

I have preserved them such way
They lie without labyrinth
Spaces inhibit so alive
Their freedom seldom shrinks

Inhalation maintained
to let friction give way
those lovely times of mine
give my life leeway

(8)Painting-FEROCIOUS CIRCLE

2008-12-17T17:11:00.004+05:30

It’s a vicious circle of wants and achievements

Human mind never stays at rest

You see, you desire, you strive, work out, achieve and then….

You are left dried longing for more…

The greed disguise itself under varied masks,

but it remains the same venomous in the hub…

Call it passion, need, craving, thirst, lust or to make it all easy..name it love…

But the indispensable element remains the same…..the greed to achieve and this never ends..it keeps

rolling like a ferocious wheel magnetizing man towards itself….

(7)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:09:00.002+05:30

STONE and SILENCE
Witness to many histories
Blood filled and bloomed
Captured million smiles
With glum, it gloomed

Kicked by the walker
Jolted in the war
Tested by the weather
Assorted for sure

Bearing pain so quietly
And maintaining the niche
Displaying the patience
Enhancing the peace

Stone and the Silence
Their relation is unique
Married since inception
Their devotion surely speaks

(6)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:07:00.002+05:30

REGRETS
Not many, though few I have
Regrets swollen in my core
Some have agreed to hide in veil
Few doesn’t want to move from fore

Each maintain a record of time
Whenever I withheld the right
My fate did not felt favoring me
Whenever I denied the light

They stand as the milestones I came across
And passed making them marks of murk
However, I don’t want them to be erased
I cherish them still, let not them get shirk

(5)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:05:00.003+05:30

I AM BUDDING
Wings buckled with conviction
Veins flooding with blood of will
Tightened back with aim of victory
I am wandering in the skies of dreams

Opportunities playing hide and seek
Teases me while crossing my zone
Let me have just one click of chance
Then will shine up, the colors of my art

I have the flair of making a beauty
Out of every prospect intersecting my mind
Wait and watch, my time is flourishing
Soon my efforts will persuade your heart

(4)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:03:00.003+05:30

SHADOW IM PERFECT
Days bygone were, perhaps, the best
Innocence of bird, growth of caterpillar
Was pampered and nestled near perfectly
Blessing hands supported every move

Hopefully the future, may also turn out well
If things fall in place as per the anticipation
And may be the life in prospect, blossom
As did the beautiful days of sheer childhood

But the verve, I am traveling through now
Certainly is the assessor of my abilities
Trying me with the bludgeons on work and sentiments
Checking me for the integrity towards life itself

Nevertheless, it appears now a shadow imperfect
I will definitely make it the best sculpture of life
Displaying the precision of art of balancing
And exhibiting a source for shadow, may perfect

(3)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:02:00.003+05:30

MEMORIES
I thought I had laid you under layers
In the heap of your assaulting memories
But when I saw you by chance that day
I realized how much I am involved

As you looked at me straight in my eyes
Something got perturbed all the more
Sense of loss encountered in the past
Got revived and traveled through every vein

Mind doesn’t have any recycle bin
Everything is kept in secured structure
One may pretend to have forgotten it all
Memories make you relive it again and again.

(2)Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T17:00:00.002+05:30

CONCRETE JUNGLE
Leaving green meadows, illuminating moonlight
Came to the urban, where there is no delight

Had plans to go back, after earning some wages
Could not return to pastures, it’s been now ages

No wake-up chirping birds, no sun-lighted fields
Lifeless tall buildings, and dark glass shields

No tik-tok of the carts, no response distributions
Shrieking automobiles, and biased remunerations

No smiling around faces, no sparkling festivals
Only formal gatherings, and lonely individuals

Why got stuck back here, why not left for home?
Why chose this concrete jungle, and the endless roam?

(1) Painting-UNTITLED

2008-12-17T16:54:00.003+05:30

EVOLUTION OF MY DREAMS
Many evolved so far
Many are under fruition
My dreams are taking shape
My dreams are on progression

I perceived them all my life
I pampered them with care
I am counting on their success
I will cherish their succession

My hard work put in it
My sleepless night indeed
My brawls with my rivals
My paying-off decisions

I don’t wan this to cease
I wish the growth persist
I want to turn all factual
I hope for their inaction.

(9)Painting -UNTITLED 40

2008-10-21T14:28:00.002+05:30

Equinox
(1)
Ideally equinox occurs twice a year
Somehow, life to me is that equinox,
which is effective every single day !
and its subjects are hope and hoax.

(2)
Encounter with equinox of hope and despair
Both not, obviously visible on the fringe
Though in a year, equinox occurs twice
From life it rarely, takes off in a cringe

Maintaining equilibrium in the periphery
Fighting out the odds and hurdles
Straightening the circles and long edges
Making life better, out of muddles
My efforts are to make any array
And set a path to fulfill the hollow
To eradicate the darkness hidden within
And illuminate path for others to follow

(8)Painting- DILEMMA

2008-10-09T19:41:00.002+05:30

To give in, to give up
To speak, to shut up
To fight, to survive
To be honest, to lie
To stay back, to leave
To break up, to weave

To hold, to release
To revolt, to cease
To agree, to deny
To support, to vie
To confront, to concede
To follow, to lead

Life put at times
On the harsh check
When put on ordeal
How do you hack?
Placing you in quandary
Surrounded with enigma
Giving you thrust of life
Aching you in dilemma

(7)Painting- UNTITLED 13

2008-10-06T13:36:00.002+05:30

MIRROR
Though I see you everyday
Today you appeared in a different way
I stood, I thought and thought again
True to you, should I surely say?

You are not the one, I had known for long
Why this look to me, comes with a pong
Why I felt dead to see you like this?
When and what, exactly went wrong?

Where is that cheerful thing, called life,
gone to hide which shone so bright?
Why is that twinkle of your cheeks
Not unveiled now with smiling light

What are this curves for, on forehead
Why does your face reflects the dread
Where have you lost that art of joy
With which you once, tied gone thread

I am so convinced, you have lost the glee
I wish you are able to set yourself free
Because I feel sad to see such a face
Proving that you are now, no more ME !!

(6)Painting-UNTITLED 12

2008-10-06T13:33:00.002+05:30

TRUTH
Legitimacy is the aspiration
I seek the same from all
I am better with those showing candor
Pretenders to me ,damn- they fall

I hate hypocrites
I prefer genuineness
I may kill for a fraud
I would die for uprightness

Integrity keeps me bounded
Fake tumbles me apart
Truth draws me so closer
Lie appears like foul wart

(5)Painting-UNTITLED 14

2008-10-04T15:28:00.001+05:30

CONCENTRIC LIE

Her lie is so concentric
You can’t prove her foul
Whatever she does sully
She does it like an owl

No deed ever unruly
No traces on the white
No act without emotion
No idiocy in the light

Medium that she chooses
Is so super equipped
No proof ever do last
Her lie get by far whipped

She does it so disciplined
In true artistic pattern
Her fib befall magnum opus
As an update of the fashion

(4)Painting-UNTITLED 35

2008-10-04T15:24:00.001+05:30

MYSTERIOUS
I don’t want to say
But I know what I feel
You may call me reserved, you may call me otherwise

Though I speak a lot
My heart upholds a shush
You may call me pretender, you may call me otherwise

An orator to all others
I don’t open up to you
You may call me pervert, you may call me otherwise

I love to leave you forlorn
You think then more of me
You may call me selfish, you may call me otherwise

I admire this relation
Of silence amongst us
You may call me mysterious, you may call me otherwise

(3)Painting-UNTITLED 39

2008-10-04T15:22:00.002+05:30

TOWARDS HARMONY
I have promised myself
And chosen the delve
Started my journey
Towards harmony

I will gather joy
Leaving grief to enjoy
Growing my moves
Towards harmony

All whom I will meet
With smile I will greet
And join them along
Towards harmony

My motto is to spread
Message of happiness
Make every person walk
Towards harmony

I wish to get success
Make world a better place
All you, join me
Towards harmony

(2)Painting-UNTITLED 37

2008-10-04T15:19:00.002+05:30

KNOTS
Unseen knots have been tied
Promises are sure to abide
Free yourself, if you can

I don’t need to prove it here
If only you know, I am sheer
Then go away, if you can

Unison is not the benchmark for me
Want to walk with you ever, life is wee
Part your ways still, if you can

Though am not with you in tangible mean
Your persona reflects my admire’s sheen
Take away yourself(from me), if you can

(1) Painting-UNTITLED 38

2008-10-04T15:16:00.001+05:30

CO-EXISTENCE
You smile, I glow
You cry, I flow
You achieve, I prevail
You lose, I fail
You walk, I reach
You say, I preach
You do, I feel
You eat, I meal
You sleep, I dream
You get, I brim
You worry, I do
You woe, I do
You trust, I do
You love, I do
You hate, I don’t
You leave, I won’t
You betray, I don’t
You forget, I won’t

You live, I persist
You die, I don’t exist

(17)Painting-EYE TO EYE(version 2)

2008-09-21T16:55:00.001+05:30

Open or close
Doesn’t make difference
It’s physical being
Is of no importance

Vision I convict upon
Is no more dependent
On means of eyes
Or its correspondent

My prospect is gratis
And felt through wisdom
Of eternal judgment
And discerning freedom

The peripheral is a phony
To suit the common flavor
Infelt observes are eternal
With ingenuous savor