Day: September 8, 2019

Chameleon

The chameleon is a quiet creature. It is slow and patient, it does not much mind its surroundings but it focuses solely on one thing, the capture of its prey. Please follow and like us:

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Taste of Victory

This is an elixir, a bounty which is invaluable, a taste of victory. Please follow and like us:

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Easy Going

An old, pink railroad track runs over a lake, by my hometown. It’s nothing spectacular in and of itself, but the view as a whole is quite peaceful. The din made by the trains are not too pleasant, but the most appealing thing is the lake itself. The water just stays still, train or no […]

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Untitled

Ripped apart,Downstairs she stares.Basket,Rocking chair.Old electrics ring asEnough kitchen contentSwoonsThe devalue of bloodshed.Dish cloth impale.Hands wrung,Dirty juts and cigarette butts.Yellow fronts. BowedDirtying hair.Tablecloth canvasFlash rinse.Liar’s twist.Fun loving blagsIn centres and ends.MirrorsGolden the kitchen sink.Washing up dryWhere quick hits hit.A bass line. BouncingOff it’s silver manuscript.Laughs grin and grindLike flutters,The mopped floorA camera lens.Double-edged.Tomorrow cuts from […]

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The Wild

Raw and unhinged, the wild is more alive than anything you can find! Please follow and like us:

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Vishalakshi

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The Gardener

Summer heat,Pathway, brickwork,Cry –Touch warm brownOn fingers weightlessStroking through.Green feather frillsOffering endless love. Lain hollow blursLevels. Fast griefEmbeds remains.Dirty rubble Across grainy palms,Drought submerged.CirculationRunning still. Dancing windsStabilise.Dizzy energetic flip around.Each striven flower Scent cuts out.Bare negatives rootDown to drink. Aside the petals Pressed in partsOn that paving stone.Beats the owner,Boot black in blocks,Redder than sweetheartOr […]

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Rural Life

The simplicity or rural lives captured on my canvas. Please follow and like us:

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Boon of life

Life is a myth – a confluence of reality and fiction. They are inseparable. One can not really comprehend where exactly the reality ends and the fiction sets in. This poem puts forth a ‘dystopic’ dilemma that an exuberant life can only overcome. Is life a poison that slowly pushes us to death,Or an elixir […]

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Homeless

Bypass fly away.Hand-me-downsShown and shaken.Potent loveFree as the moment.Leant phone swipe,Blocking the road sign.A corner stopMoney exchange. Street light shelterBitter and open.Elements angry at the existence Of leading home.A stray attach,Park lifeDistant as smiles.The undercoat,Blades.Wintry August jawsAt restUpon raincoatsAnd fingertips,Magicheld on the inside. Dread of fillingEmpty.Crushed can sofaImpressed,Click of the gateDeadEither way.Paper gloss carryingA bodyTo […]

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Abstract Ganesha

The elephant god brought onto canvas in an explosion of colours! Please follow and like us:

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Karna: My Generation

Karna, one of the unsung heroes of Mahabharata was arrowed down to death unarmed illegitimately while he was busy lifting the wheel of his chariot from the ground. The poem revolves around Karna’s imaginary reincarnation in today’s world where the swords don’t rattle any more but the battle is still on in many other ways. […]

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Sunrise in the mustard fields

A dull yellow field moves slowly in the wind, when it is slowly begins to catch the sunlight. And in a matter of moments, at the eastern side of the field, the Sun arises to set the mustard field seemingly ablaze. Please follow and like us:

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Mother Divine

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