Portrait of the Artist as a young Dog

A certain numbness of the extremities

2010-09-24T01:15:00.004+05:30

Don’t you ever dream this dream – your body is floating on water, in the middle of a deep blue ocean. The sun kisses your faces, your neck, your stomach and your legs. Your eyes are closed and you feel warm outside and see a really red light inside. And then you lift your head and dive inside the water. It hits your body with a cold hard embrace. You swim deeper and desperately try to reach the bottom as if something important awaits you at the end. But you just keep swimming and never reach the end.

This is my second favorite dream.

The dream I love the most goes something like this – I wake up in a dark room, light is coming from next door. It’s natural light. I get off the bed and my bare feet touch the cold floor. From the door I can see some people outside. They are sitting. I take a step inside the door and natural day light hits my eyes. It’s mild and loves me. I open my eyes again and struggle to see. Then out of a body of white I see two dark eyes. They look like they have been causally drawn on a piece of paper and forgotten. Then the eyes become a face. It’s my mother. She is taking an algebra class in our balcony. Behind her I can see the warm afternoon light filter in. I can see the trees in the garden. The green is magical with the yellow and black. I blink and she smiles at me.

That’s it! That is all I remember. It‘s the best dream I have ever had. I have only seen it once but the memory of its feeling has burnt itself into my brain.

Then there is a 3rd favorite dream also – I sit in the middle of Times Square. Right there in the middle of the road I sit on a chair, licking my ice-cream cone. People come and stop in front of me. They ask for directions. I stop licking my cone and tell them with elaborate hand gestures. Sometimes my arms extend unnaturally (like rubber woman) and point right to the door they are looking for. It’s fascinating. I feel empowered. And the ice cream cone never melts or ends.

Graphic Paintings: Face Of God Collection

2010-05-16T23:05:00.000+05:30

Birds of Paradise

Face OF God

Wall Flower

Yellow and White Flowers

Graphic Art: Eustace

2010-05-16T22:43:00.008+05:30

The Loneliness Of the Long Distance Runner (For Alan Sillitoe)

Om Shanti

Eustace (The city God: Keep me Safe)

Wall (of humans and things)

Sea God (Keep me safe)

Second Grace

Eye In the Sky

Evil Eye

Ocean Sea

2010-01-17T00:26:00.004+05:30

Every morning for 8 weeks I walked up to the beach,
right after high tide had ended.
The beach would be full of all sorts of fish dying.

I would run and pick them up and try to toss them back into a sea that didnt want them anymore.It was a exercise in futility, and in the larger picture a bit morbid as well, but it made me feel good and alive and young.

There are moments when the sea is extraordinarily beautiful.

The day you came looking for me, i was at the beach, saving the fish before they died of lack of water.

I feel your abscense in more than one way. For one thing no one wakes me up in the mornings.

Video Info:

RAN | Short | 1min 33 sec | Silent | 2010 [HQ]

Non Commercial |

Music: Max Richter (copyright 2008 Bridgit Folman Film
Gang)
Image Courtesy: London Film Productions( The Third Man, 1949) | Argos
Films (Hiroshima mon amour, 1959) | New Line Cinema (Punch Drunk Love,
2002)

Passport Size

2010-01-16T11:47:00.000+05:30

" He is eyeballing me!

Would you please ask him to stop!" said the purple people eater.

" Who?" - I asked.

" A man from a passport size photograph", said he.

Our Lady Of Regrets I

2010-01-16T11:42:00.000+05:30

Not for a second...

Never really ever,

I didn't meant it at all...

I hope you are attending

the open mind night tonight.

LAUT AAYA MAI BINA KUCH KAHE

2008-06-02T18:17:00.001+05:30

JESUS

2008-06-02T17:56:00.000+05:30

don't swim

2007-05-20T22:34:00.000+05:30

BLOW
Slow
And
Painful

Your words.
Like a wild forest fire...

Today you are silent
I fall apart...

She Came Back

2007-01-02T15:44:00.000+05:30

SHE CAME BACK HOME
AND FOUND THAT EVERYONE HAD SHRUNK!
SHE WOKE UP
AND FOUND HERSELF IN THE BOOK SHE HATED THE MOST!
SHE WOKE UP
AND COULD HEAR THE POLICE SIRENS
THE SMALL BULLETS
HITTING HER SHOULDERS LIKE DRIZZLING RAIN
SHE WOKE UP AND WENT BACK HOME

2006-10-11T12:57:00.000+05:30

I saw the Purple People Eater say-
You and your silly monkey don't even know what we are wageing this war for?
To find the sum of happiness thats what!
I did not know what to say...
I never knew Purple People eaters were deep thinkers too!
I sighed...
Me and the silly monkey ahev always been bad at Maths.

2006-09-09T14:20:00.000+05:30

I saw the Purple People Eater say-
"You and your silly monkey do not go home from the zoo!?"
It was the strangest day.
I didn't know People Eaters could talk.
At least that silly monkey was reading a good book.

2006-06-10T12:51:00.000+05:30

The days are insensitively inactive
not a ray of sun has entered the room for months
the initial dependence on light is gone
perceptions are clear
for they are selective now
a cold peace is smothering the mind silently

like a drop of ink on blotting paper
melting butter on a hot pan
or better yet
locust attacking a field

the bed is damp
floor slippery
the food on the white ceramic plate still untouched
glass of water , under suspicion

almost everyone has been here to see me

he is dead
and I sit in a corner
writing poems of protest

Lesson : Table manners

2006-04-24T01:50:00.000+05:30

Pick up the pieces

orange juice
for breakfast

morning sun
fall apart for lunch
over a cigarette

mute photograph
silent dinner

walk away
gray monster
has your social life for dinner

2006-01-09T00:58:00.000+05:30

The silence,
she is aware
is truely insincere
as her desire
to speak with
the rains is
increasingly,
becoming an irritant.

For like the city
she comes form
it is in her blood
to be impersonal
and mind her own business.

2005-12-03T01:16:00.000+05:30

Faced with the impossibility of traveling silently,
she decides to take up
the word once again .

The evening crowd washes away the morning sickness,
clinging to her bag and the greasy iron women
she tries to decode the last specks of
sun on her best friend's face .

and everyday right before her
station comes
right before her legs are about to give in ,
in those 3 minutes
she pictures him
5 hrs behind, in a land which is not his own
smoking his last cigarette in a house by the beach
and another girl 3 hrs away
with sweaty hair& large dark eyes
in a strange old school inside a park.

The 3 minutes are over.
she knows,before the vast M takes her in
that she must keep the knowledge a secret ,
that nothing not even dreams are permanent,
that nothing,not even pain is worth it,
that they had been lying to her in the books.
slowly she sinks with the knowledge love brings.

2005-11-22T23:55:00.000+05:30

After being shown a glimpse of a real life
he is being pushed back to his old, unreal one.

A blinding flash,
One hurried handshake
and a unsure pat on the back later
they send him home
The trains welcome him back
as if he'd never left
Other men elbow him
and women love him with their dark eyes
like any other day.

And he feels one with the city again.
But alas!
Peace must still be made with the sea
Without which, the blighted city , is but a slum.

So ,they shake hands
His turn paper...