I am tired

Says the hearse,
carrying corpses of words;
poems in search of its burial ground.

I am tired
of the wails and whimpers.

I am tired
of the day for the dead.

Love is the bridge without hand railings
and I am the coffin wagon.
I wish I could be the bell ringer.

sea and the nymph of the rhyming times

keep your ears close to my lips.

you will hear

boom. 

i will tell you

a tongue twister;

ripples of me inside you.   

you will recite the chant

“she sells seashells in the seashore.”

in my fingertips

the sea will dance. 

Haik-ing

Hope

Insane world...

A gentle ripple

Wets my toe

Stranger

New landscape

Unknown portraits

Unheard scents.

Reflection

Winter nights

Your eyes

My mirror

Longing

A little sea

A tear drop 

And a smile

pages

a short perspective on in-growth

i exist

inside the veins  

i crawl

under the skin

i grow

quick and wide

and leave dark marks

ugly and painful marks of joy

which will refuse to fade away

even with incisions to pull me out

i leave marks on the body,

branding you for life as mine.

i am your birthmark still.  

beached

every drop of salt

stuck inside the head

nauseates…

every grain of sand

touching my flesh

aches.  

woo

Breathing

1.2)

where blooms

red roses

as red as

red

I

wish

for a kiss.

where blooms 

hydrangeas

as violet as 

a 

kiss

I 

wish 

for you. 

psychache

if you look at it
like love, it is love.
if you look at it
like fire, it is fire.
if you look at it
like a woman, it is a woman.
if you look at it
like words, they are but, mere words.

Breathing

1.1) 

Love is nothing more than a hug, 

You have something to hold on tight to, 

and it doesn't suffocate you, 

and you like it. 

Love is nothing less than a hug, 

even if it is a lonely pillow, 

or yourself. 

Love, a hug. 

And That's that. 

it's complicated

boiled and evaporated

in you

i shower and extinguish. 

i get into the nerves of earth,

we bloom. 

The big fish who swallowed her way and is eternally stuck in blue grass a.k.a Blue grass trap

For The Pear shaped Amazing Woman:-)

melancholy

Balance

You were my tightrope,
Now
I am going to walk in air, Love.

Study Sketches, fooling around in my paint.

Learning to control a the touchpad.... The stroke doesn't actually fall where the mind wants it to fall...

sky

rainy september sky 2010, hyderabad

burn-burn-burn-burn

Every song I hear
sound like a lament,

I cry.

I wanted to kiss you.

distance, sky, a bird, and flood.

Knowing the desire
like a sharp weapon
smiling with the edge
like an uncold
moonlitnight
farfaraway
pumping blood and
tickling the mind's
vein ends.


In a kiss all truths are buried,
Love, incomplete,  is a revenge.

hug-a-knee

If i could go back,
I will go and hug that little girl
And tell her that it is going to be ok!

Oh, but she grew up
and figured things out
anyway. 

Sand

The tighter you hold,
the faster it slips.

cock-a-doodle-doo

This is a scene recreated in memory of a home scene. Duh, nostalgia! We had, back at home, a hen who never used to come back to its shelter. Instead, a nearby rubber tree was her favourite hang out. Artsomniac used to wonder how the hen could sleep on top of a tree!!

Here, the lovely wooden toys were gifts 

artsomniac bought for her lovely niece in chennai, but eventually forgot to pack in her hurry. Sigh sigh! such a lousy aunt! The base of the tree is a bottle, to get the bottle in this form, buy jute thread and braid them and wind them on the bottle. Mix red thread for special effects. In artsomniac's case, she ran out of jute, so used the red to cover up. It turned out well. Art by accident. Ha! Twig is any twig. But find a nice shape. There, country scene from Kerala. Excuse the gentle man meditating under the tree. Artsomniac is quite fond of him, and by now you have understood that he is her favourite prop which she puts in all possible frames :-) The sneak preview of the mural buddha is her unfinished work! Ignore that till the next century when she finish it!

Summer Goddess Pajamas

 

Since they deported Hussain, there was a vacancy to paint goddesses, naked, semi- naked or clothed.

Hence, Artsomniac's  urgency to rush to the Art Scene.

Summer Special release:   Super Loose Goddess Painted Pajamas. 

Hand Painted Parvathi and Ganesha.

Black Fabric Paint on White Cotton Cloth. 

Pajamas : Cheapest Canvas.

fabric paint:  cheapest acrylic.

Wear your art, walk around, don't book a gallery, save some money. 

Join the 'broke artist's cloth club'. 

Seasickness

It was just a bad looking page
when I was flipping through the queen.
T'was no fun, to be no fun.

Love was prawns in the thoran.*

Tales of smirks, grins, bitterness,
detest, passion,
longing, haunting,
unkissedness,
palm reading in marine drive,
loneliness, hostel corridor,
death.

All I remember now is my pink mosquito net.
My nights, acidic dreams,
I was followed, gagged, raped and murdered.
For everyone who left me there to be me,
I want to puke.




*thoran: a variety of vegetable curry seasoned with coconut, small onions, curry leaves and coconut oil. In memory of Anju Jude who made 'fort-cochin accented' thorans sprinkled with prawns and scents of the sea for the home deprived hostel inmate friend. 


Yet another Kitchen Goddess here.

bottle murmurs

Once upon a time, in the corner of my room, a juice bottle was telling stories to the badam milk bottle. The rocks overheard it and told it to the lampshade. Lampshade to the bulb, and the bulb to the light and the light to the dark...and it passed on.

random objects from life

Annie's nameboard

White correction ink on black chart paper

Renu

Fingers, Tempera and Black Chart paper. 

Dated some time in 2009

Singara Chennai: Hues from the beach

Please don't be a health freak, the fish was fresh, the breeze was cool.

Girl on the beach, Sravanthi, the fish lover!

Ever tried writing "kadalamma kalli" in the beach?

Being a girl with little sea, jealous of them...

Fortune Teller

Fancy being Bharathiyaar for a day? 

For an eye which loves colours, chennai is a paradise!!!

Leaves of Love Table Top Calender

The leaves of love calender was made in January, but posting it now. It is made out of ordinary A4 size paper handpainted and cut into smaller size. Calender and pictures of leaves are handpainted. The calender sheets are then mounted on a cardboard piece, folded so as to work as a table top calender. Instead of the spiral binding, wool is used to keep them together which adds on to the handmade effect. 

The calender now rests on a different table :-)

My study table

There is no better way to tell someone that you want to be there every single day. Handcrafted with love!