QUERY

Would you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles, the water clears?
Can you remain calm and detached
even when facing imminent danger?
Could you control erratic behaviour
at the peek of a temper tantrum?
Would you have a trace of fear
if you sense the end is near?
Can you hear me loud and clear
when I whisper down your ear?.

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CROSS-CURRENT

There are so many layers of time unfolding simultaneously
progression on some levels, while regressing in the others
cross-currents moving from past to future and vice-versa
half way in our lives we might catch a glimpse of the other me
moving in reverse, from the older age towards the birth stage.
As we cross our other self at the crossroads, we are reminded
this point in time marks the centre point of life, the middle age
one can thus deduct; time travelled equals the left over stretch.

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IN ABUNDANCE

IN ABUNDANCE
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The roar of a crowd in a jam-packed stadium
as the excitement builds, the impact of a goal
in a game where the throng hungers for score
the outburst of an intense thundering uproar
captivated spectators dispense psychic frenzy
screaming their guts out in hysterical ecstasy
waves of emotional energy released instantly
captured proficiently in cutting edge scrutiny
once harnessed, this can be easily accessed
downloaded into a device for beneficial usage
may conceivably transform into clean energy
as alternative power source for the new age.

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SHATTERED DREAMS

Shattered Dreams
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I have watched the sky bleed
from arrows aimed at dreams
during a fierce thunderstorm
the heavens were torn apart
scattering the clouds in a rush
hovering like ghosts of angels
emerging from a wounded sky.
I hence know, why clouds cry.

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ARTIST"S STATEMENT

My art emerges without any deliberate intention.
subconsciously, not even a single stroke is foreseen,
this is a mode of expression that fully satisfies the eye
by achieving rhythmic unity, casually and spontaneously.
My drawings emerge like poetry, the lines, the forms rhyme
they strive to become animated, as if automatically activated
constantly changing while being created, they keep on changing
according to the state of mind and perception of every other viewer.
I am not merely the executor of my art, I live and learn from my work!.

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COALESCING

The coalescing of the inner & the outer
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Lucid dreaming during daydreaming 
one facing down, the other facing up
like lying on the surface of the water
turning from upside to the down side
automatically alert of the reverse side
constantly, spontaneously, apparently
subconscious aware of the conscious.

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