Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Into the void...........

Into the void

When you were young
You bore me in your womb
When you brought me to the world
You thought I would share your pain.

The long sleepless nights
The endless days of nurturing
You lived in me
In every breath I took.

How bad you wanted to see me grow
How bad you wanted me to fly
How bad I have grown
The moment I got the wings.
I had flown

How cold are the winds blowing
How lost I am
When I left you alone
Into the void.

Monday, September 21, 2009

School buggies............as my friend calls it!!

These customised rickshaws are used to ferry children to and from school, when I go down to pick my daughter from the bus stop I see so many of these pass by, filled with naughty children who laugh n shriek their way home, also dangle dangerously to look like little daredevils, during the weekends these buggies are chained together next to the wall outside our home, they look forlone and sad without the children....

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A hangovered morning

A hangovered morning
may not be as beautiful as the empty bottles
Its the slow paced movement of stars
across the sky with clouds
in the halo of the city
'ts the story of friends
sitting together
sipping together

GOD! Let there be... bounty
of friends
of bottles to empty
AND paint a life!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

This old house reminded me of my Granny' house................

I saved this picture of an old broken home from the net, what drew me to it was that it was similar to my granny's house, the window's and especially the ventilators . As kids al the girl's in the family, which included my sister and cousin, used to drape ourselves with mom's dupatta and pretend to be fairies, we would climb up the bars of the window and try to reach up to the ventilator's where our grandmother always kept some coins for us to discover..........

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Experimenting with watercolour and charcoal...............

He sit alone on that stone
In thoughts- flying birds in the sky
He sits bare
Wears oblivion for his drape
He sees the stars...
Steps in the vastness of the skies
He belongs to the
Country called eternity
He bathes in the rivers
Of thoughts and dreams

More Flower's........................

Flowers ...........

I was drawn towards painting flowers as they allowed me the freedom to experiment and did not restrict me with lines or space.......

When I started playing with watercolours...........

I made these painting's from the works of 'Milind Mulick' who impressed me a great deal , his attention to detail where necessary and merging the unnecessary with the surroundings was quite impressive......... I loved the auto, the cycle and the STD , those prompted me to attempt to paint it.