Sunday, January 23, 2011

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

Thursday, January 13, 2011

' back against and again'
Digital Art / Adobe Photoshop

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

'In sects'
Digital Art / Pen on paper + Adobe Photoshop

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Don't understand
it's easy
don't acknowledge
won't hurt
if ignored.
Look surprised
it works
but innocence
unlike chivalry
doesn't come by grace.
Use words
like a smudge tool
blur mine
don't realize
words like yours
i could paint once
go futile.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

'In Vein'
Digital Art / Adobe Photoshop

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

so cold like your touch like your words like your voice like your emotions so cold as if its dyeing without knowing like your soul.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

There was no thirst
when it rained
closed windows.
It is so now
when the last drops
have shed
and windows broken.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

'Murder 2'
Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

'Murder 3'
Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

Monday, December 27, 2010

Mixed media on canvas.
120*90 cms

Sunday, December 26, 2010

or otherwise
close a window
make a keyhole
open to exit
shut entrances
find a gate
of familiar remorse
and forget the code
of charcoal existences
wink in black
find a shadow
lurked inside
or follow hunches
for a pain device
delete memoir
in forgotten pages
smoothen the edges
for no ones fault
odd presence
was never integral
write with tears
do not exist
acrylic characters
or otherwise
do not exist.

It hurts
with spasms
for no reason
it does
a little insane
maybe from
from inside
but mistaken
What is without
a scar
no soul
no one
even not
a mirror
remains clear
if i don't wipe away
a pseudo gaze
mechanical whisper
helplessness with
clouds of steam
drops of a liquid
washroom mist
with nothing of me
but you.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

In pain i slept to her lullaby who lost her voice by the end of the day.


I will give
what you will ask for
in real words
when we both
are awake.
I will stay with you
as you like
in all ways
you will say
you want
me to stay.
I will call you
as would make
you happy
as you expect.
I will talk
without pun
comforting words
as I should.
I will tell
you think i could
tell you sometimes
and i will.
And I will trust
as you believe
i should
have on you.
It is best cold
but i will serve warmer
as per your taste
I will take revenge.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

see through organza
find it soft
a little blurred
touch with gloves on
smooth and slippery
listen to your ipod
songs in your list
are customed by you
play on video
games that always
you will win
sleep with a body
morning will give it a name
wake up to noises
you planned before
work with vengeance
success will talk
with peers alone
call up the bygones
and not be rude
choose a blame
and bestow on a sinner
find a sorrow
and make it your own
leave a situation
to be on its own.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Sun dried leaves
makes a little noise
below feet
centipedes don't
they quiver and die
with no sin
just a little mess on heels
not on conscience
if you don't look down
and walk on.
Talk to me
Don't remain a body
carry a soul.
Show me scars
see mine.
Don't sympathize
stay quiet.
Leave for good
don't linger.
Say goodbye
don't keep in touch.
Call me by name
and forget face.
Say that you changed
shape of me.

So much lost
from handful
gap within fingers
couldn't come close
So many lines
on forehead
destiny merged
with a frown.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

You blamed a dream to be real
i couldn't have.
If you would have asked to be forgiven
i would have.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

I cried.
I played.
I learned some lessons
to vomit for grades.
I fell in love.
I tried to believe.
This is the one.
The reason to live.
I touched myself.
I acknowledged lust.
Something like hunger
they call it thirst.
I was told to work.
I had to earn.
To be someone.
I had to learn.
I fell again.
Never rose in love.
Was close to lust.
Thought it was above.
I tried to fight.
I surrendered the will.
I messed with love.
Felt clever still.
It comes back.
I learned to see.
I could no longer speak.
I could no longer see.
I missed to learn.
How to forgive.
What to forget.
Whom to forgive.
I learned betrayal
I fell from grace.
Sportsman spirit
To face disgrace.
I learned to gulp sorrow.
I learned to fake.
I learned no tomorrow
Is there to make.
I realised no love.
I realised no promise.
I found no love.
I found no promise.
And when I died.
I was clever no more.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

it felt like life but it changed. it feels like death but it will change.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Speak white words
they won't bleed color
In sunshine or with time
they will remain same.
Remain a bubble
don't take a shape
touch won't matter
even if fingers change.
Emote with distance
don't let it overflow
nothing will flood
nothing will dry.
Offer with caution
dont spoil the Gods
great expectation
is slow poison for a beggar.

Thursday, October 28, 2010


Young, experimental, playful with free spirit and busy lives.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


Change a face everyday
wipe your nose with pleasantries
touch your ring reassuringly
change your leg when at ease
sneeze to break silences
laugh to hide red ears
play to prove affluence
please to gain worth
smile to gain comfort
flutter eyelashes away
call to kill waiting rooms
and remember to set reminders.


A single distant shimmer
may be an idea
good enough to drive
not enough to move.
A little lost love
a bit like vice
old enough to sleep
not enough to keep.
A fast fading voice
won't last lon...
good enough to want
not enough to haunt.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Charcoal on cartridge paper
A5 Size

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"more in thought than things..."

Artspace@Maximumstore, Shahpur Jat Village, New Delhi, India
04-11th September 2009

"more in thought than in things..." is a series of assorted images captured over the span of 8 years (1999-2007) in India, Italy, France, Germany, Netherlands, United Kingdom and Switzerland. The series revolve around the instinct of assumptions. Ideas we see, seek and construct in images. We interpret light, shadow, texture, shape, lines & subject within the obvious and beyond. All the titles in the series are sub-grouped to indicate a narrative based on multiplicity of conception, syntactic nomenclature and ways of seeing. Assumptions range from meloncholy to humor & literality to irony; as understood individually in shades lying between black and white. Subjects vary from people, urban & rural landscape, nature, objects, portraits & abstracts. The emphasis is on the semiotic translation of imagery, graphic quality and old school emotional appeal. Extempore equipment including point-and-shoot, mobile phone, 35mm film and digital single lens reflex cameras have been used for the images which highlights content & questions dependence of present day photography on pro-gadgetry.

Friday, July 24, 2009

emotional expression perhaps is twitching of facial muscles.

'making faces'
Pen on paper

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