Voices of a painter

Voices of a painter “If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint’, then by all means paint, and the voice will be silenced. “ –  Vincent Van Gogh. …. and what I thought about the “Voices of a painter” got featured in Half Baked Beans Blog.  🙂 Read. Ponder. Share. Bake. Advertisements

In love?

And before I knew it, I had hit ‘send’. My fingers laid motionless on the screen as I saw the swift flow of a message getting delivered. It had then let me know, “Message delivered successfully” . Not very long back, in a busy evening, we have met. Sparks flew that night, crossed the lines of…

To the dead soul

“Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die” ― Nikolai Gogol We , the humans, arguably the most evolved species of the time, nurture the habit of caring, treasuring what is most precious to us. What if comes a day when you find that the diamond…

BREED

So is it the bell tolling? spreading, spinning? worlds of lust, parallely revolving, clashing like insignificant meteorites.   Too long has pretence been cherished, drunk down with some strawberry crushes, stuck while the paper-flies flew.   Yellow nights and maroon days, forgetful the man sits by the hills, unmindful when it washed down to the…

LETTERS – LOST & FOUND

They were talking about letters the other day. In a damp summer evening when the monsoon clouds has just started flying past and the rains have started drizzling somberly, touching the sweat dripping bodies, we were all sitting in the messed up room of cramped tables and tangled LAN cables. Two ceiling fans, were merciful…

Indian ghar k room se – LIVE

Papaji – Betaji! Daant brush kiya? Betaji – haan ji papa ji! Mummieee gulab jamun lao! ( Mummyji rushes with a plateful of sweets! ) Betaji – (bites into one) aaah! Daant mein tej jhanjhanahat!  Mummyji – O ji sunte hoooo…. betaji ko buri nazar laagi hain, Areey woh Dolly, hamesha nazaar deti rahegi!!! Papaji…

RICHARD & SUZZANE – A LUST STORY

The big hall door opens. Flung aside by those gusty hands.It jerks and stops wide open. The muscles retracts and then all of it together makes a move. The lean body walks forward, unkempt hair falls all over the shoulder blades. The head is erratically changing stances. It stops. The body bents down slowly. The…

ODE TO THE WOMAN

Everything, everything that we used to be insipid souls, tied down, later to be freeroads, long roads we could have walked if only, me and you never talked. The pink melody hummed away to subtle graysudden joy mellowed down to the frayrolling down-hill to the piper’s tune do leave now, hide memories in dune. Glorious…

CRAVINGS OF AN INCOMPLETE DREAM

I wake up with a jolt, eyes still trying to adjust to the morning light. I switch sides, sweating in the summer heat under the fan that tirelessly spins from the ceiling. I shut my eyes back, the dream should complete. The pillow has sunk in a little and it’s edges border my head,uncomfortable from…

FOR THE LOVE

Runaway dreams, did they come true? Tell me, who were you searching for? Here, there, aimlessly through. The maddening crowd, with vigor. What were you afraid off? Mistaken glances or were they real? For me? Or was it your disenchanted mind Never does it see reason, dangling          In the middle of the road as It searches…

WEAVED INTO A BRAID

How long it has been that I have not settled down carelessly in the courtyard of my country home and let my grand mother caress me? When I lay down in the bed now, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, I can see those frozen flashbacks of us in an sultry afternoon which gradually…