Friday, November 05, 2010

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.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

sea and the nymph of the rhyming times

keep your ears close to my lips.
you will hear
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. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010



Insane world...
A gentle ripple
Wets my toe


New landscape
Unknown portraits
Unheard scents.


Winter nights
Your eyes
My mirror


A little sea
A tear drop 
And a smile

Friday, October 15, 2010


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.  


every drop of salt
stuck inside the head
every grain of sand
touching my flesh

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010



where blooms
red roses
as red as
for a kiss.

where blooms 
as violet as 
for you. 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


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.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


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. 

Monday, September 13, 2010

it's complicated

boiled and evaporated
in you
i shower and extinguish. 

i get into the nerves of earth,
we bloom. 

Tuesday, September 07, 2010



You were my tightrope,
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...


rainy september sky 2010, hyderabad

Thursday, August 05, 2010


Every song I hear
sound like a lament,

I cry.

I wanted to kiss you.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

distance, sky, a bird, and flood.

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

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

Thursday, July 15, 2010


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

Monday, April 19, 2010


The tighter you hold,
the faster it slips.

Friday, April 09, 2010


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!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

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'. 

Monday, March 08, 2010


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,
palm reading in marine drive,
loneliness, hostel corridor,

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.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

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


Fingers, Tempera and Black Chart paper. 
Dated some time in 2009

Friday, March 05, 2010

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!