'Play'

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

' back against and again'

Digital Art / Adobe Photoshop

'In sects'

Digital Art / Pen on paper + Adobe Photoshop

Don't understand

it's easy

don't acknowledge

silence

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.

'In Vein'

Digital Art / Adobe Photoshop

'Clandestine'

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

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.

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

'Murder'

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

'Murder 2'

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

'Murder 3'

Digital Art / Adobe Illustrator

'Without'

Mixed media on canvas.

120*90 cms

Insane

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

insane

or otherwise

do not exist.

It hurts

with spasms

for no reason

it does

a little insane

maybe from

from inside

but mistaken

otherwise.

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.

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

Retribution

I will give

what you will ask for

in real words

spoken

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

sometimes

as would make

you happy

as you expect.

I will talk

deep

without pun

comforting words

as I should.

I will tell

things

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.

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.

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

naked.

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.

You blamed a dream to be real

i couldn't have.

If you would have asked to be forgiven

i would have.

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.

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

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.

DNA

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

Everyday

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.

Weak

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.

'sHe'

Charcoal on cartridge paper

A5 Size

"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.

emotional expression perhaps is twitching of facial muscles.

'making faces'

Pen on paper