Ganesha


One of my first experiments with Pixlar. My experiments have always been attempts to paint my mind using simple brush strokes. It was Ganesh Chaturthi and the mood was more than festive. As I sat down unaware of what to do with the brush provided, I decided to close my eyes and visualize what was going on in my mind. And all I could think about was the Lord. In all His simplicity, the strokes have brought about my vision of someone whom I have been praying to for the last 14 years. A dedication to someone who is always there.

The Ballad of Phoney Gray: First Step


Born out on the dull blue floor,
Growing slowly on chips and more.
Was born he shiny, painfully lone,
packed in the box, which would be home.

This is the ballad of Phoney Gray,
Made of metal, born in a tray,
This is the ballad of Phoney Gray,
Silent as is or talking through a ray.

Nahin



Rikshaw hai jo rukta nahin,
Bus hai jo dikhta nahin,
Paer hain jo chalte nahin,
Manzil hai jo aati nahin.

Dost hain jo milte nahin,
Dushman hain jo pighalte nahin,
Pyar hai jo khilta nahin,
Tanhai hai jo jaati nahin.

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