This painting is based on the photograph published in the Hindu dated January 25, 2019 Tiruvaiyaru is the place of Samadhi of the great music saint Sri Tyagaraja. This is the place where the Tyagaraja Aarathi is held every year in his honor. This photograph inspired me to paint this beautiful place which captured my […]
Eyes open to darkness emitted,Through crevasses formed between curtains.The mighty star,Playing second fiddle,To unforgiving clouds. A night worth of rest,Not enough,For a body consumed by weakness,Wakes to a bleak dark morning. Throat dry but all else wetAnd suddenly a dose of regret.The body must persevere through a day,Where one perspires,Even as the temperature drops. Perhaps […]
Trail of loveSkin deepOf the heartBanging soul.Nearly a kiss –Making love in reverse,Head fuck.Lust festeringIn a wound so openIt eats itself clean,And then love begins again,Filling spaces.You twirlAll brown and greenAnd sparks.Lush as outsideBy your side.I watch your eyes turnFrom wet to dry,Praying for rain.Moistness sets alightThe orange wallsAnd your eye-liner.Love lingers and floatsWith the […]
So the count of democracy has its mandate made clearLet’s take in reality shall we?Five years since the last time it did the same in a different veneer The road ahead has to be walked, shall we? Enough has been spoken on what was, but mighty little on what could be… Get started already shall […]
Wild love ephemeral.Jarred hyacinth,Monopoly.People at the window,Affray.Dethroned raindrop,Nettle’s formationsSting of late spring.Lawn littered,Downer.Recycling bags overturned,Decay at playEarly.Bodies in the kitchen,Ashtray.Watching starkA pianists reminisce.Sale for cash,Ticket.Tailored jacketsPace shrub-land.Oily riverWater ripples in spirals.Estate.Grooves of mud sweat.Peeling paint of the metalPark bench.Absent these days,Cold
असफलताओं के दौर में,सफलता एक ख़ास मिली,शायद कुछ और मेरे लिए है चुना,कुदरत से ये आस मिली। मुड कर जब मैं देखूंगा,पहुंच कर उस ओर,ये दौर याद कर हँस लूंगा,क्योंकि हूंगा मैं किसी ओर छोर। मेरी कामयाबी इसी असफलता की नींव पर खड़ी है,असफलता ही तो यारों उन्नती की कड़ी है,मैं गर न हार जाता […]
And someday, when all this fussing is over you’ll see,That jasmines and jaguars are made of the same elements of matter and that the blood that flows in the veins of the hunter is ruled by the same laws of flowing and bleeding as the hunted and both will one day become the medium for […]
I have dedicated this particular one to my soul sister, Joyceline. I believe in her and I know that someday, she will be flaunting her beautiful voice on a stage.
She is what others seek, the desire they hold close to their chests. With her lips moist and a poisonous purple shade, she passes men by to fill them with longing, awe, and regret and leave behind a tantalizing scent.
These faces, they guess our thoughts. They pass us by, judging our perceptions of what is right and wrong. And they remain a portrait of numerous faces, their stares overwhelming us.
Feminism and the eternity and completeness in womanhood have always inspired my art. Correlating and equating the Eternal femininity with the humane form of a woman is something that gets expressed through my art. My artwork focuses on celebrating the divinity in women through the metaphysical aspect of Hindu philosophy and the corresponding worship of […]