wait

am left with only you
a lone cloud you are,
breathing through my skin.
wait before you become water,
am coming with you.

faceful of spots
soak mouthful of cloud
make nightful of noise

no home when i say when

no home i say when
i stand by the road
in my small soul
eyes go blinking
small (w)holes of nothings apear
i sleep soemwhere
no home i say
when no one bothers

watersketch of birds

(ink, salt and water on paper, 13X13 inches)

monotone mantras

i love it when i sit in the sun
in a life mundane.
and think of you

breakfast, lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch....
work, home, cooking, trains, roads, walks, work, home,...
coffee, chai,phone,meetings, money, clicks, flicks, flops, coffee, chai...

circles continue like monotone mantras sung for good !

you come around
near my ear, just for a moment or two
i look for your hand
...
are you there?
i am scared now.
monotone mantras have no space for a little dream:
of us standing in front of a giant sculpture
on the face of the blowing wind.

faith and i

prayer flags in dharamshala, oil pastels on paper

nicobar: between memory & record

these are works form the islands
now a part of something i am in a process of writing.

birds sleeping 1,2,3

1.

2.

3.

Teresa island

teresa is an island in the central group of nicobar islands, near Chowra island. the sea is very rough near these islands and many times ships return before they reach the shore. As i keep saying over and again, people in the islands are just too loving, just the opposite of the rough sea. here is a dream i had last night as i try to remember it...

the ship going to Campbell bay,Great nicobar embarks at Teresa for sometime. i get off the ship and start walking towards the other end of the island, on the one and only road.Met an old uncle who took me to see something which has newly come up in the island.

suddenly the road joins the river.
there was a river.very small river.
and a very very huge dam geting built on it.big concrete standing tall.
stones getting thrown by bulldozers.
land all empty.
forest shifted off the river bank.(dont know how they did it).
fat government officers speaking loudly.
small villagers hanging around.
uncle says,stay with us.his face smiling,wrincles shining in the sun.

the ship honked.honked again.honked the last time.
and i ran towards it to get in.

*there is no river out here in actuality.there isnt any dam.the shore is damaged and people are trying hard to oevrcome the post tsunami crisis.

borders by Nigel Jenkins

What begins for you

where the waves break

sea or land, land or sky

depends on where you?re coming from,

depends on where you?re going to

and whether you

have legs or fins, lungs or gills.

-Nigel Jenkins

like salt in the sea

granules is me
living in you
like salt in the sea
eyes are sea
sea is home
home is eyes
my tear is yours
and we become sea

leftovers 1,2,3

1
2
3
(leftovers1,2,3 ink and salt on paper
with dash of an oil pastel)

tattoo story

the shop in Dharamshala did a 'permanent' tattoo which fell off in 4 days!
here is the real new one which will never fall.and here is me tripping on it.
i am now getting ambitious and wanting these things all over me.

tattoo shop

(drawing in Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh outside a tattoo shop)

as

as i grow on you
you grow inside me
bit by bit
making me an ocean
of your moon.

in a cupboard with an old shirt

junuka2009 in sketchbook

Tagged!

I have been tagged by Soo to do sixth picture meme.here is the 6th picture from my 6th folder.

I recently met my little cousin Ila in goa. She lives in a small town of goa.She is 10 and loves talking in konkani and likes to run around all the time.These are her chappals, always parked in the corner of the courtyard.

Now i am tagging:
1. Anish
2. Noopur
3. Chaitanya
4. Smitha
5. Manaswini
6. Apoorv

This is what you have to do:

1. pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder.
2. tell the story around it.
3. pass it onto 6 other people you like.

spying an old shirt

junuka 2009

bheempalas 3

high on you.

on
my home with wet walls
on a road with rain drops.

and when my walls fall apart

you trickle in.

bheempalas 2

no trace of rest
you all keep me busy.

there is a memory of living in a cold green shadow
and there is one of hot blue thickness.
oh and i fergot about that one blowing wind on a very very old night
when i saw you.
BLANK
now i run around a polluted ball of mist, finding memories!
with bheempalas.