Friday, January 28, 2011

Random Sketches

I resumed sketching after perhaps 8 years. It feels strange. Like I'm meeting an old friend. Or maybe visiting places I've been to before... I don't know.  The first just made itself. The second was a whim on a cold december night while I was waiting for my turn in badminton. I was observing the shadow of the shuttlecork as it swung from side to side. Which got me thinking. Light and shadow and life and death and winter and spring. All one and the same? Or all the same? Is it merely about transition or about two different states altogether and their contrast???

The shaman and A horse. Not THE horse. Just A horse. A shaman. Mystery man. Is he supremely unnatural or completely in tune with nature? Is he the Machine, bringing a semblance of progress amidst illiteracy or the Spirit? Something completely different altogether? Why does he persist in our minds even amidst steel and nuclear technology? Why doesn't he die?

The horse is the shaman. Free. Boundless. And yet, completely controlled. One by his own limits and duties, the other by a rope. A study in contradictions. Or merely a chaotic muddle of thoughts. I do not have the answers this time.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


I hear the whisper of the wind in my ears
I see my breath rise in steam before my eyes
This silence is deafening
The steady soothing rhythm of water dropping
Why is my mind wandering?
Where does it go?
The realm of uncharted thought is vast
I fear it will be difficult for it to come back
I see him
He is so beautiful
Do I know who he is anymore?
He looks at me wonderingly
He knows not what I have become
To him I am new and fresh
To me he is unattainable
He is lost
He is beautiful all the more
I long for him
To be him once again
I run to touch him, to grasp him
Air and thoughts lose themselves in containment
His eyes full of laughter shine mockingly
Always he is one step away
He holds out his arm
To feel
To touch
To learn
His face changes
It is changing
The joy goes first
As always...
Naught but happiness remains
Contentment replaced by mere satisfaction
And sadness by sorrow
He is aging before my eyes
My wonder
My once-joy
My one true love
My child
My dream
My past
Years pass
I have lost what is most precious
I look at the past through a timeless mirror
Of tears is it?
The wonder is lost save for a few seconds
I will see him again
Before the end
He is me again
I wish I could be him
Once more
I desire just his hunger
His wonder
His laughter

The rain beats against my window
I hear the whisper of the wind in my ears
I see my breath rise in steam before my eyes
This silence is deafening
I am insensitive
I am alone
With myself

Friday, January 14, 2011

The Lament of the gods

In dusk the days glory revealed
Death: bright-last-light of mortal coil
As the wind of change blows errant afield
Where mortal man does ever toil
It is we immortals who equally see
Both light and the shadow-black-dark
And as we see the River-Time flows implacably
As from the life-breath do things part...

The world changes and Earth turns
The day and the night dance eternally
The rivers flow and the flames burn
And truly, change seems the only certainty
Yet what of we who do not die?
Who are doomed to endure unceasingly
Spectators in a changing world that passes us by
Prisoners in our chains of immortality...

What cannot end cannot truly be
In a circle unending do the Twins dance
The two snakes Life-Death entwined for eternity
And  their music the song of Time, Fate and Chance
Yet we are apart, a different path we tread
For this cursed immortality do children-men try
Away from the Circles of the World our 'life' we lead
In living forever do we Undying cry...

And our tears are in the songs of this world
And our pain is perceived by those who can See
And in our sorrow we can feel but Love
For mortals, in their short lives their joy and their misery
And our song is echoed by the silent mountains
And by the birds that fly high in the sky above
And  is echoed in the rivers and the fountains
And the sound of the Sea is the song of our love...