Move Over

From these repetitive
Griefs
From these repetitive
Wants
From this unwanted
Greed,
Move Over.

Moulin Rouge

Red ballrooms
Satin gowns
Hot breaths
Bombastic lifestyles
Mind numbing music
Churning this heat up!

*Inspired by 'Hindi Sad Diamonds'

last minutes

In the dark of the night
In the mist of the smog
I hum these songs
over and over
until you hear
the whispers of my last breath.

You

You Beauty -
A hope for the lost
A prayer from the past
The lingering triumph,
Of your Brilliance.

*Inspired by the archaeological ruins of Hampi, Karnataka.

Mornings in Hampi

When I look into thy eyes,

this magic unfolds in my heart,

that the birds hear, and sing, 

to the early Sun, to rise..

time and travel

sometimes travel can be encapsulated in time.
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a day in words

Plastic bags| florescence| ripping zippers| green green monsters| elaborate clothing| caterpillars crawl| moths can be colorful too| early bright mornings| paints & prints| glasses can't be fun| elucidations are always cerebral| ambiance needs time| good things & sacrifices| long lasting friendships| hungry bellies| elitists & social barriers| itineraries & backpacks| transparency & light| photo journals| anticipating great things.

last minute tales

Reconciliations| questions & answers| time constraints| melodies| strengths and weaknesses| last-minute love stories| counter-conversations| definitions & abstractions| embraces| palm trees| blue,blue skies| foreign songs| in sickness & health| last kisses| death| new chapters| white daisies| black gowns.

Inspired by 'no me ames' Marc Anthony feat. Jennifer Lopez 

Reactions to an exhibition of Kulwant Roy's at NGMA

Photo Exhibition at NGMA (Kulwant Roy’s) Curated by Aditya Arya. Kulwant Roy was not formally trained in the medium of photography which gave him the autonomy to explore socio-political phenomenon of pre-independence and post-independence scene in India in an uninhibited & real fashion. He recorded these in a photo-journalistic approach. Among the many things he has recorded are Jawaharlal Nehru’s volunteering activities in the Congress seva dal. The many collaborative efforts of our political figures like Mahatma Gandhi and Khan Abdul Gaffar Khan, Nehru and Maulana Azad. One such had appeared in the newspaper of those times, a photograph of Nehru, Gandhi & Sardar Patel together, titled ‘Solving knotty problems’ in The Sunday Hindusthan Standard. Some cut-out images of J.Nehru depicts how photographers manually tried to create something different in days when technology was limited. A cut-out photo of J.Nehru is displayed using a painted background and framed, to create an optical perception. There are many beautifully documented photographs of Mahatma Gandhi’s meetings which include Gandhi leaving a prolonged discussion with Stafford Cripps, Gandhi at a prayer meeting, his third-class travels in the Railways. Not only was he capable of bringing out the solemnity of political leaders and their significance, but he also visually narrated their human-element and ordinariness in his photographs that have resonated with me. These include J.Nehru washing his hands after lunch at a congress working committee meeting, his Holi celebrations and the informal interactions with Jackie Kennedy where they share a laugh. Some of his photographs have also been conceptually presented. The photos of Gandhi that appear fragmented keeps you wondering about the photo-technique used & The photos of Sardar Vallabai Patel’s proof prints that are arranged in a unique sequence and framed, creating an abstract presentation.. He continued his work photographing the social and political metamorphosis of India, and there are some pictorial evidence of these in the context of international interaction by Indian leaders. This spills into his photographs on nation building(post-independence), where he has photographed actual construction workers, drilling operations, the infrastructure activities from the Bhakra Nangal dam, Light-latern factory workers..poetically depicting the common labourer’s odic life, while communicating the massive effort that goes into the work of building a new nation.

Synopsis on 'Never Sorry' (A Documentary by Alyson Klayman)

NGMA Bangalore, Movie screening- (AI WEI WEI-Chinese artist and activist) documentary movie called NEVER SORRY by Alyson Klayman. The documentary is a visual and audio narrative that moves casually between the personal life of the artist and his professional work.  Famous mostly for his artistic contribution (artistic consultant on the project) to the ‘bird’s nest’ national stadium in Beijing, china.. there is more to this multi-talented artist/activist than what can be encapsulated in a movie. His works are exceptionally visual and conceptual.  His works are underlined with not just creativity but also strong questions about the use of the  government power in matters affecting the people of china, for example, his video document called Hua Lian Ba’er,  which is about the Siachen earthquake that aggravated its effects due to poor school infrastructure causing the death of numerous students. Not only this, but he also made an installation using back-packs called ‘remembering’, which is embedded with the message (describing the earthquake victim’s mother)‘she lived happily for seven years in this world’. His performance art – that has been photographed called ‘Han Dynasty’  where Ai Weiwei  is seen breaking a relic urn, tries to redefine the history and culture connotations  of china and at the same time acknowledging it. Accepting the old but breaking away from it, to make way for the new. His Neolithic-culture pot with the coca-cola logo on it, attempts to question global, cultural and economical contexts.. the value of artistic & cultural commodities in a capitalistic economy. His ‘Sunflower Seeds’ exhibition was about life-sized sunflower seed husks handcrafted in porcelain. Each one of these seeds have been individually sculpted and painted by specialists working in small-scale workshops in the China. Rather than being industrially produced, they are a collective effort of hundreds of skilled hands. The 100 million seeds are laid on the floor to form an experiential – visual landscape. Since porcelain is china’s most prized export

, Ai WeiWei with this work invites us to explore the subject matter of ‘made in china’ phenomenon.  He also maintains(maintained) a blog of his writings, interviews and digital rants. His ability to slither through the visual arts, architecture, design, performance art and socio-political activism is astounding!  

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"Cradled in the sweet ecstasy of a love,that's pure and forgotten, I lay my jaded head to sleep."
"..."
"It seems like what I feel for you is mortal,immortal and everything in between..it's amazing."
"..."
"Pounce and tickle you!"
"..."
"Do you know what I think..I think we are way too beautiful to fit into reality anyway.Goodnight!"
"..."

amuse

ephemeral experiences
transformation
metamorphose.
abilities hidden,
found.
savoring the good
and, the bad.
Grace.
sincere gratitude
for
life.
For the magic.

Death

In every word
that
Is uttered,
The cosmic alchemy
Of
Worldly games-
Begins and ends..
Timely, untimely death
Of, Bias and
Prejudice.

Morning Delight

Amidst Butterflies and,
Early Morning rays,
Fast paced long walks,
Among health and other
Ideals..
I lay my sore limbs against
Olive lawns.

Night

Creatures of the Night
Straying
Gazing
Looking into our eyes
Secret whispers of the Moon
Songs of winter evenings
Rewinding
Bewitching mid-day melodies.

Queen Bee

Sugar smelling flora

Happy hearts and

Hands that are ever full

Full with them yellow, peach,

maroon flowers

In that springtide!

Eager, ever eager! To greet me!

Expectations

Giggling brittle glass pieces
Pieces that cant pierce
Piercing that will yield nothing
Nothing that was many things
Everything that's transient
Transience that's painful
Pain that heals
Healing that meets
Meets. Meets all my expectations.

Excerpts from Gitanjali

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,-
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted and
the time had come to take shelter in silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
a new country is revealed with its wonders.

Rabindranath Tagore

To tell me you're not

Angel whispers
Just to kiss her
Just to miss her
Just to hold her tight
Honey, I thought
You were special
All along.
You played me well.
Now I hear myself say
You aren't after all-
Oh no, you aren't so
Special after all.

Universe

Like the ever circulating
Blood in the Veins
Like the ever present
Nothingness of space
Like the last harmony
Of every persistent melody
My memory, My heart,
My Soul, My body,
Finds that pulsating
Rhythm with the Universe.

Made for us!

Long Long ago
Not so long ago
We sang songs
We danced
We grooved
Because music
was made for us.

Wreck

Daring to Bare
Caring to Dare
A wreck
Without that
Soul
Searching
Quest.

Mid-Summer

Squeezing lemons
Cardamom essence
Tropical Summer Breeze
Dusty Roads
Split ends
That sweat
Those ice cubes
Smelly feet
Smellier scalps

Reality

Obsolete Memories and New Memories
Collide,
To make up
Reality.

Amazement

Like diamonds of the
Elliptical galaxies
Like the million shining
Suns of the east
Like the many crescents
Of the Moon
Your ways, Your wonders,
Lord,
Fill my heart,
With eternal amazement.

If I let you go

If I let you go
Will you then want to stay?

If I let you go
Will you then compliment my love?

If I let you go
Will I then forever find a space in your soul?

Insufficient

With every drunk,clumsy move

With every tap of the feet

With every beat of the music's heat

With every ooh of the ah

Darling, without you beside me,

For that groove

For that step

For that melody

For every song

I'm insufficient.

Inspired by Bonobo - Les LaBas

Play

Grey sands
On Black clay
Grey sands
Across the Sun's face
Grey sands
With what we play.

New Moon

If only I could look into your eyes
 For that amazing
 First glance
 Of the new moon.

Treasure Chest

If I ever find you again
I won't ever let go.
My treasure chest
Without a map.

Honestly

Breaking doors
Smashing Glasses
Tearing up Jewelry
Catching fire flies-
Instead.

Cirrus

Those tinkling bells
Your twinkling eyes
This repetitive magical madness.

Inspired by Bonobo-Cirrus

Ecstatic

In the deep teal waters
In its buoyancy
In its feel
In its wintry chill
In all of its allure

In the green wide skies
In the puzzling brown twigs
In the cool breeze
Of summer evenings

Like the solemn wonder felt,
At every ecstatic creation of the
Divine;
At every ecstatic creation
Of the Universe,
Beloved, that is how I feel
Every time you are near.

Worthwhile

These radioactive love vibes
These misunderstood languages
These mismatching claps of hands
Aren't these what make us,
Even more worthwhile?

Separate

If I strip my Pride
If I lay hollow my being
If I destroy them emotions
If I free that which flows
Within me
All that remains
All that which remains
Would unfailingly echo your presence.

Beloved,Lost to begin with

[You Who Never Arrived]

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved,

you who were lost from the start,

I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up
trying to recognize you in the surging wave
of the next moment.  All the immense
images in me – the deeply felt

faraway landscape, cities, towers, bridges,
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods –
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You who are all the gardens

I have ever gazed at.
An open window in a country house –

and you almost stepped out to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon –
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows?  Perhaps the same bird

echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening . . .

                ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926

(edited by Oriana Poetry) 

Antique memories

Antique Memories
Memories of
You & I.
Memories of you and Love.

Antique Memories
Memories, I,
Forever waited
To make with you.

Antique Memories
Memories
That were never made.

With or without you

I am on a Love high
With or Without you

I am on a Love high
Yeah babe,
With or without you.

I am on a Love high
At all times.
At all places..

I am on a Love high.
With or without..

Fast Lanes

I am driving
On fast lanes
Trying to avoid
The sight of the
Rear view Mirrors.
They all mirror only you.

Yet these fast lanes
Aren't safe without
You.

Do Not

Don't be late beloved.
Don't be afraid.
Don't let the past
Chime its music
Down on us.
Don't.

Truth

If I shut all the doors
And windows
Of my soul
You would still shine through
You will still shine through
Like the ever present
Celestial Beauties of the Night skies.

Us

Us
Creatures of fantasy
Us
Lovers of infinity.

Red Handed

Twists and turns
Caught in fantasies
Caught in truth
Caught in love
Caught Red-Handed
By you.

Wings of my soul

How many words do I use
To spell your name
To spell out loud my love.
How many times do I tell
The world
What your love means to me.

That I glide. I soar. My love for you;wings of my soul.

Everything You,Everywhere You

Your Grace.
Your enchanting smile.
Those honey colored eyes.
That endearing raising of the
Eye brow.
I look for you everywhere I know.
Then find you right here.
Your divine presence in my soul.

Our days

I remember our lazy days
Young and Free
Young and Wild
With you
by my side.

If I'd leave your side

If I'd leave your side
If I'd leave your presence
Where would I find
Where would all the
Happiness be?

If I'd leave your side
If I'd leave your hand
Where would all the
Love & Laughter be?

If I'd leave your side
If I'd leave your heart
Where would all
The divine revelation
be?

Quizas

Maybe I'm not yours
Maybe you're not mine
Maybe.
Maybe its a fair bright day
Maybe its a dark quiet night.
Maybe.
Maybe I'm in love.
Maybe I'm out of love.
Maybe.

Summer Love

Summer breeze
Your warm comfort
Falling Amber leaves
ah, this summer love!

Alive

Snuggling secrets

Velvet kisses

Touch of ember
Lost whims
Fantasies alive. 

Concoction

Amidst this confusion
Of Past
And Present
Our Love's a fusion
A medley of
Failures,Dreams,
Hopes, Lost days
and
Promised kisses.

Time Bound

Ripples of the ocean
Time flirts with her mighty chances
Birds take flight for the first time
I forget they were earth bound
Seasons change but are just four.

Why must we always play this game?

Delay

Music that envelopes,the being
Perfume that escalates,the senses
Tastes that bring back memories
Names that linger on my mind
Brown shadows outplay black.
Sticking fingers in too many dishes
Makes for good delay.

Past

I'd rather be here
I'd rather be now
I'd rather be home
I'd rather be your past.
Cos Sweet Lord knows
How this will never last!

Causes

Love that sources
All
The Sadness
The Melancholy
The Tragedy
The Sorrow
Ah. The Mediocrity!

For

I would Stumble
Mumble
Crumble..
Fall,
A million times

For love.
For truth.
For you.

If everything were

If everything were
Okay
If everything were
The ways of Love
If everything were
A dream
If everything were
The ways of truth

If everything
Were
the way
I wished.

If everything
Were
The way
Our love molded.

If everything were.
If.

Then would you be mine?

Silent

In your silent filthy
Ways
In your silent contemplative
Moods
In your silent apathetic
Manners
In your silent distant
Spaces

I find
Our lost
Love.
And Her
Triumph.

Desperate

Moonlit Face
A quiet place
For love's sake,
Just in case.

Fall

With every fall
With every Bruise
With every memory

I see your
Lovely
Face
Smiling
back at me.

Filling me
With breath
With strength

Telling me
Reminding me
More important things

To try...
To Love
To give.

Again, and Again.
And Again.

Last Dance

Let's sing 

Together

Let's make

each other

Laugh

Let's promise

Let's do this

Let's Let's.

For one last dance. 

Like nothing I know

How many
Many many many
Many more

Nights and Days
I spend
Devoted to thee.

Intoxicating
such
Love.

Enraptured
infinite
Passion.

Like nothing before
Like nothing else I know.

Cold

If you can
If you really can
Go on.

Deny,
what
You
See
In my eyes
For you.

Cold.

My wish for you

That Sparkle
That Sunshine
That glitter of gold
In those gleaming
almost Honey colored
eyes.

Shine you,forever and ever.

Wonder

How your beautiful
Divine
Silence
Means
Your strange unspoken love
For me
But also our
Ever growing
Awkward distances.

I wonder.

Everywhere

Your Love like
The eternal fragrance
Of a flower
Spreading its
Enchanting presence
Everywhere.

Drunk

In all the ways
I know
I search
Seek
The pieces
Of my heart
Drunk
On you

A walk
A talk
Rustling flowers
I never brought you

Memories
They are but
Memories
Scrubbed away

Drunk
Yes, Drunk.

Darling

Tell me your secrets
Darling
Don't Stray
Darling
Not so long
ago
Remember
Memories
Cold feet
Warm breath
Caresses
Thoughts
Inspired words
You
Awaiting

Hide

The slumbering love
in your heart,
in your eyes.

Hide yourself
where you will.

Hold me still

calm
slow
evening breeze
evening sun
and
your gaze.

hold me still.

Young & Beautiful

City Lights
Late Nights
The crown on my head
Shadows play ahead
Seen it all

The world
With its glory
Youth, ah the splendor!
Time vanishes
So will I

But the wonder of your soul
 With its promise of Peace.

Re:Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey 

Love-der.

When secret whispers
Grow,Grow, Grow
Louder-
They are but called
Love-der.

*When missings happen too much.
**Secretly hoping to get noticed. 

Thee

Every Song
That reminds
Me of thee
Like
Tinkling trinkets-
of an
Angel's feet.

Splendor

Thirsty Waters
Misty Nights
In your arms
lay
Magic Delight.
---------------
Warm luster
daylight
shines through
thy enchanting eyes.
--------------------

Inspired by Splendor - Sulk Station 

Care

Near, Far.
There,Here.
Everywhere.
Care.
Dare.
Care.

Beloved

Green things; Mean things
Thing of Things
Man of Men
Crying
Salt Droplets
Defeats and Victories
Lay them to rest.

Inspired by Piya 2 - Sulk Station