Coming and staying show'd thee, thee, 

But rising makes me doubt, that now 

    Thou art not thou. 

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, 

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; 

Jaipur 2015..................

Jaipur happened to us for the second time in 2015, we were completely enamored by the colour and beauty of the place!  So completely full of colour it was!

The beauty of seeing new places is that everything seems enchanting! Everything seems new.....

I clicked a picture of this cleaning lady in the City Palace who had taken a break from her sweeping to catch a smoke, and she was  not very pleased on being clicked.... intrusion into her personal time.... nevertheless, I got a nice frame for myself and I painted it. 

I want her to remember me like this................

What do you see in that time-touched stone,

When nothing is there

But ashen blankness, although you give it

A rigid stare?

Last week we went to the Art Museum in Chandigarh, I wanted to go there with my daughter. We had planned to go to the lake to click some pictures of the places dear to us, but ended up going to the museum instead.

The thrill of going to a museum rests in the belief that it succeeds creating a connect with people and objects across space and time, long gone, yet may have had the same hopes, desires, dreams, failures and accomplishments like you and me.

When I upload some of these pictures, I do realise that pictures don't do it justice but it certainly is a remedy to the art of forgetfulness!!

I still remember going to a museum down south with my father when we were very young and I saw a young girl sitting and sketching a sculpture of some Indian goddess....

Our guide was a lovely lady, she started the tour giving us a lot of information, initially she stressed on the curriculum knowledge as she thought that we had got our daughter to understand her history book better, and eventually after some conversation she moved on to a more insightful conversation.

And anyone who still wonders that why children need to be exposed to the mystical and enlightening world of art, can see the wonder in the eyes of my daughter on seeing a M.F Hussain.

What made me do this......

I want her to remember me like this...

But we by a love so much refined,

That ourselves know not what it is

If they be two, they are two so 

   As stiff twin compasses are two; 

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show 

   To move, but doth, if the other do.

and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still  blazing in my golden hell

Is there then no kind of men
Whom I may freely prove?
I will vent that humour then
In mine own self-love

Two girls there are: within the house
                      One sits; the other, without.

  Plays between these.

  Daylong a duet of shade and light

but more pragmatic than all this,

say how crafty the painter was

to make orange and black ambiguous.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted 

To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. 

How free it is, you have no idea how free—— 

The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, 

Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules.

Do not be mean, I am ready for enormity.Let us sit down to it, one on either side, admiring the gleam,

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.