Sunday, March 30, 2008

Loosing Death

She says -
Everytime He slips out of my hand.

Few flesh sticking
On her bones
The burned flesh
They laugh at me
And try to embarrass me.

My wounded part
My happiness and sadness

Monday, March 17, 2008


A horse on a broken cup on a wooden plank
Reminds me of the tempest
In her heart.
Heart broken but on a strong plank
He resides to make the picture look good.

Sometimes the biggest tragedies
Are the biggest inspirations.

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

my room

In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar