Song of Solitude

A dark room in the House,

with doors and windows shut,

letting no light inside,

confined from the rest,

unfaced to the outside,

with no trace of life

sits a little figure by the cage.

Bundle of cloth she is,

wrapped and dumped in the corner,

her only companion- The parrot caged!

Never she talks... she moves never,

stares at the picture.

Could be her lover or son

who abandoned her half-way through.

Take a closer look at her face

so pale and bleek,

there is a tiny tear drop

on her poor wrinkled cheek.

She recalls the days,

Oh! so joyful and mellow.

Her heart saddens at the thought of

years spent alone.

Her strength fails, her will falls,

She stretched out her arms skyward,

trying to grab something from heaven above.

Momently there is a heavy breath taken,

and silence creeps in.

Wind comes in from the cremation grounds

and leaves through the door.

Alas! There are traces of life no more...

Peril..... of the Heart

History of painting... Me as a painter dates back to the mid 80's ....That's when I was born. I wouldn't be bold enough to say that I was born with a painting brush in my mouth but I guess I did have a liking towards it.

My parents were most encouraging and silently promoted my passion in the art. Father got me a new set of colours and brushes which I still hold dear. I have all the poster colours I used then and definitely have all the brushes, though most of them now look like old, broken bodies who have been through all the wear and tear and seen many a seasons...

I have decided to show off a few of the paintings and would love to know what the whole world thinks of them.....

I wouldn't say that this is my original... I have a slight memory of having seen it somewhere but the faceless pain of the woman never left me...
To note that I paint on waste paper and this painting has been made on waste card board...

The hi-fi Joker

My class began and all were seated. The professor had started chanting the mantras which I presume she had learnt through years of teaching the students only upgrading the informative content to a certain extent catering to the nature, gender, style, fashion and age of the student group.

There was Christine sitting behind me and I was concentrating to understand the new topic unveiled by the professor. It was fun to understand that "marketing" had a slight hint of "psychology". The buyers and sellers, the consumers and customers were segragated into various types based upon the jingle in their pockets and their need. Need and satisfaction went hand in hand where the gap was tried to be filled by the sellers. The lecture diverted towards the topic of cars and what kind of a car is liked by which kind of people.

Suddenly at the door I saw a rainbow appear... well atleast the person had wored every colour in the rainbow. A complete retro looking guy. He was atheletically built and wore khaki shorts and stripped shirt with red-coloured square glasses fixed on his nose. He was confident or shameless enough to note ask permission from the professor who was flowing in her own stroy telling spirit and I was wondering if such kind of behaviour was acceptable from a student. He might have been a professional, proficient in his respective field but wasn't the professor deserving a polite permission seeking routine?? Hmmm... my thought was suddenly interupted by the retro guy who was asked by the professor if he could name a toyota vehicle and all he could do was give a smile, look at everyone around him and said tht he has never come across any vehicle brand of that name. My imagination took flight and I hit him on his head... Christine knocked my elbow off the bench and I was back on planet Earth! Suddenly it occured to me that certain people assigned certain things to status quo and it didnt take me much time to figure out that toyota was completely a different status desire. His might have been a Merc. I could vividly imagine him driving a black Merc and stepping out of it ignoring all the other low-lying vehicle which were completely below him.

I was pulled out of my dreamland by the professor who very politely and charmingly asked the  retro idiot to give an example of drinking bottled water. He again did his usual expression only by now everyone in the room understood it as an idiot's attempt to shine. The kind of time he took for the reply, the professor looked at him and very plesantly said...." May be you haven't heard of it either! Life must be really tough!" We all giggled like silly little girls and went back to the notes.