a roof and a wall and ?

(ugly blue ball point pen,ink and charcoal on A4paper)

it is approaching

(ink on sketchbook paper,2.15 pm, aug 19th)

in transit

g talk creates great literature (this entry can only be for marathi friends...sorry)

Junuka: tu ithe yenar!
noopur: hoooooooo
:)
Junuka: khup saman ahe?
noopur: nahi tas
kapade
Junuka: ok
noopur: philips cha taperecorder
ek istree
kahi pustake
kahi cds
Junuka: cdya ani casets
noopur: ani itar satar fatar wastu
Junuka: hm
noopur: antharun pangharun ithe ch sodnar
bhandikundi hi
Junuka: ho arthat
dabe batlya hi
ani fridge hi
noopur: haan
badalya
khurchya
table
Junuka: bhinti ani chhat
noopur: khidakya
ani darawaje
kapade walat ghalayachya dorya
chimate
hangers
cooler
Junuka: kathade ani aakash
noopur: :P
balcony tun disarana chandra..
Junuka: ani uun
ani to paus
noopur: musaldhar pawasanantar gharat shiranar.. pawasach paani..
chikhal an waraa..
Junuka: dole galnare ekte kshan
ani kahi utsahi ratri
udas sakali
noopur: udaas sandhyakali
Junuka: ghaichya pahati
noopur: rengalelya dupari..
Junuka: takka jagya madhyaratri
noopur: ghar manasanni bharalela asatanach eketpan..
Junuka: kadhi ekta astana vatlela fullness ani anand
hruday bharnarya kshani
tap tap paani
:)

only mirror

(ink on sketchbook paper)

birds in my cells

...and there are moments when one feels all has become none. The Shoonya.all the knots getting untangled with voice coming out of my body and it feels like there are birds chirping in every nucleus of an every cell. what is an expression actually?i often wonder and never find an answer.

Nirguni bhajan by Kabeer
Ghat ghat mein panchhi bolata
aap hi dandi,aap tarajoo
aap hi baitha tolata...
sab ban mein sab
aap biraje,
jad chetana mein dolata...
kahat kabeer suno bhai sadho
man ki gundi kholata...

The light little foot

THE
BIG
FAT
PIG
FELL
OFF
THE FOOT.

AND
THE
FOOT
JUMPED
FEELING
LIGHTER.

(TUNE:JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL...)

washed out

washed out

in blood

water

tear

drained underground

washed the ground

under the tap

i drip

A BIG FAT PIG

A BIG FAT PIG

CROSSED

MY

PATH

AND

I

KICKED

IT HARD .

NOW

IT

IS

STUCK

TO MY FOOT.

Hallucinating

tripping on an empty day

i hallucinate

of a full moon and a heart filled with rain

i hallucinate

and hear the sound of water

and colours dripping down my eyes

i hallucinate,

an end of an empty day

and the day never ends.

HA HA HA HA...

i only hallucinate:)

recent documentary class

TeacherTortureTeacher...:)

Ongoing workshop at Open Space,Pune

she flew a while ago

The pot

THE
HEAVY
POT
OF
GUILT
IS
PROBABLY
A
CAUSE
OF
AN
INCREASING
LAYER
OF
FAT
ON
THE
BELLY

La Vie Boheme

To Days Of Inspiration,

Playing Hookey, Making Something Out Of Nothing,

The Need To Express -To Communicate,

To Going Against The Grain,

Going Insane,

Going Mad To Loving Tension,

No Pension

To More Than One Dimension,

To Starving For Attention,

Hating Convention,

Hating Pretension,

To Riding Your Bike,

Midday Past The ThreeTo Fruits

- To No Absolutes-To Absolut -

To Choice-To Any Passing Fad

To Yogurt, To Rice And Beans And Cheese

To Leather, To Dildos

To Curry Vindaloo

To Huevos Rancheros And Maya Angelou Emotion, Devotion,

To Causing A Commotion,Creation, Vacation Mucho Masturbation

To Fashion, To Passion When It's New

To Sontag

To Sondheim

To Anything Taboo

To Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham And Cage

To Lenny Bruce and Langston Hughes

To The Stage

To UtaTo Buddha, Pablo Neruda,

To Bisexuals, Trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, Carcinogens, Hallucinogens, Men,Pee Wee Herman German Wine, Turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, KurosawaCarmina BuranaTo Empathy, Ecstasy Vaclav Havel -

The Sex Pistols, 8BCTo No Shame - Never Playing The Fame Game

To Marijuana

La Vie Boheme

"La Vie Bohème" (French: the Bohemian life) is a song in the musical Rent. The second part of this song (La Vie Bohème B) ends the first act of the show. In between the two halves of the song is an interlude (I Should Tell You) with Roger and Mimi. The song is a celebration of bohemianism, especially that found in 80s Alphabet City, mocking Benny's statement that "Bohemia is dead."

scream

evening, aug3rd2008

cut to

beeing

FROGGING
PIGGING
CROWING
SNAKING
DEERING
SPIDERING

BEEING

NO
ONE
KNOWS
WHY.

a phonecall

a phonecall from Nancowrie island.

rain bursting
evening dogs barking
pigs frogging
children eating
water flowing

the sea...hitting the shore and perhaps a rock in me.

the cells in the cellphone turn alive.

STOP!

STOPPED.

NOW?

the heartowner

sitting with cold feet
i start drawing lines that help me make sense
when i seek and when i dont find an eye.

its my first time,in front of the heartowner.
he who arrives and sits far away,makes me arrive.

and we sit here in front of him as unknown people on a trip and as known souls trying to dwell in own hearts.

the heartowner echoes to pierce
my lines become invisible...
and eyes moist.

i dare to look into his eyes when i bend to touch his feet.
i only dare for a moment.

but is it all about finding the eye?
if it is, i will stop making sense.