Monday, October 30, 2006
Finding Myself
Finding Myself
Pain is a killer
That is why we take painkillers
Memories are moments
Those never change
They fade with time
…
I have always found my road
Empty and stranded
The people have come and left.
Nothing much has changed.
Time is still the same
As I am the last man standing on my road
In search of a true friend
This road never seems to end
As I stretch my boundaries
Across the horizons of my dreams
I begin to find true peace
In the loneliness that surround me.
I give up hopes of human faces
And human love I yearn for.
I find myself talking
To myself at times –
Or God perhaps
As I still walk on the road of life
That never ceases to exist
I find God standing at the other end
With His gifts of grace and mercy
When I look back
I find myself changed
And full of cheerfulness
For others to become
What I am today.
Monday, October 23, 2006
23
23 moments of memories – wrapped in the scarf of time…gray shades of faded art – like designer wear for the eyes; taste the colors of visibility – the blind can only imagine…
Shadows and silence play side by side with every stoke I make with my mind…
I live through my work...and my work lives through the eyes of the world.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
My Paints, Brushes & I
At times I have a feeling that my paints, pencils & brushes have grown up with me ever since childhood. We complement each other so well that every time we get to work, we just keep getting better!
I find myself more like a movie director with the preset scene at the back of my mind – my brushes & paints play the lead roles and so far they have outperformed my expectations in whatever roles I placed them in.
At the end of the day, I just love the smiles lit on the faces of my audience. It gives me the best thing I need to reward myself with – Satisfaction if nothing more…
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