Saturday, December 5, 2009

I hear every whisper

Feels like he’s lost
Floating somewhere in the sky
Because I asked him why
Because I couldn’t lie

Flowers and trees
Birds and bees
Growing over me
I want to be free

I’ll start from the bottom
Where I can search no more
For love and emotions
I haven’t felt before

I hear every whisper
That he speaks in his mind
He hears nothing
My heart shatters with time


Saturday, November 7, 2009

me: dont give a shit. life is like a hot woman who needs to be ignored to get attention from.

worried mind

worried mind
don’t worry.
you know its never been as bad
as you’ve imagined,
so don’t hurry.

you keep jumping
to conclusions we don’t need
skipping around
stories of when you were deceived
stop running in circles, worried mind
stop and you’ll find

find the reasons for what you feel
hope will light you up and heal
you’ll forget, worried mind
you’ll forget that you were a worried mind

it’ll all work out,
worried mind.
they all love you
like they do
don’t let your worry
come between whats true

love is strong
and you are full of love
i know you can
just trust

-push.. nov 2009
for me, and my worried, worried mind..

Friday, October 16, 2009

was hearing him play...

made this last year..was hearing anirudh play the guitar over the phone..his playing alsways moves me to do creative things, so started drawing while listening...and i love crayons.. :)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Marketing Dictionary!

Advanced design: The advertising agency doesn't understand it.

All new: Parts not interchangable with previous design.

Breakthrough: We finally figured out a way to sell it.

Broadcast quality: Gives a picture and produces noise.

Built to precision tolerances: We finally got it to fit together.

Customer service across the country: You can return it from most airports.

Designed simplicity: Manufacturer's cost cut to the bone.

Distinctive: A different shape and color than the others.

Direct sales only: Factory had big argument with distributor.

Field-tested: Manufacturer lacks test equipment.

Foolproof operation: No provision for adjustments.

Futuristic: No other reason why it looks the way it does.

Hand-crafted: Assembly machines operated without gloves on.

High accuracy: Unit on which all parts fit.

High reliability: We made it work long enough to ship it.

Years of development: We finally got one that works.

Improved: Didn't work the first time.

Latest aerospace technology: One of our techs was laid off by Boeing.

Meets all standards: Ours, not yours.

Microprocessor controlled: Does things we can't explain.

New: Different color from previous design.

New generation: Old design failed, maybe this one will work.

Performance proven: Will operate through the warranty period.

Re-designed: Previous faults corrected, we hope.

Revolutionary: It's different from our competitors.

Unmatched: Almost as good as the competition.

Unprecedented performance: Nothing we ever had before worked this way.

got this from-

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

For a Cosmopolitan I'd had...

The luminous pink liquid
Spins around in my glass
I take it in
Love atlast.

The music beats
The words repeat
Echoes deep inside my soul
Make me whole

Ladies and their legs
Men and their pegs
My window to the world blurs
Silence within stirred

Luminous pink love
Stay in my glass
Despite my desire
Stay till the last

Moment of me
We'll achieve

Saturday, February 16, 2008, 11:03:04 PM

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Spat of the week

If you can't stand in my shoes,
Don't pretend you can walk like me.

-Push 10:43 am

Monday, August 3, 2009


maybe I'll forget, maybe i'll regret, maybe i'll do just fine, maybe i don't have the time to think about where you left off, because maybe that's all there was.
maybe you'll show up on a cloudy day in a sunny way, and make me think maybe, maybe this is the day, that things weren't meant to be this way or maybe i'll be safe and warm and you're the storm and i don't need you, i never did, and i just took pity that you were a penniless passenger with no ticket.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

i saw an angel :)

another artwork done while in office. had to make a lot of POS material but just didn't feel like it.. my mind had been picturing this for a while.. wanted the pinks, whites and yellows to merge like some cotton candy blending my sugary thoughts and dreams..


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

To The Tiger

Orange, black and white
Flames that burn behind
Brilliant green blades of grass
They burn
Burn to last

The majestic movement happens
With such swift, thoughtless ease
The golden eyes barely acknowledge
As others aim to please

Alas, the sound of a bullet
Rips through the sky
The steps stumble
The golden eyes blink in shock

Destroyed with brutality
The majestic form falls to the ground
Helpless and unmoving
As others watch
The flame burn out


May- 2006

Written for a magazine we had to make as a part of our course. My magazine was called animaliac… :) This poem was and is dedicated to the Tiger.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

a perfect life- artwork.

An old man reflects on his life as he breathes his last. He moves in and out of memories, dreams, places and people. But what he holds dear is the paradise within his mind, where magical creatures, spring time, forests and streams of coloured light filter through his soul. He knows death cannot take away anything much. For his paradise will remain within his soul, untouched and ever growing.

Made on Photoshop CS2

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

your orange shoe

I think I’ve figured it out

It was spinning round in my head

Flowing through neon blue taps

I said

Something else instead

There was a word

In their conversation

I’d heard

I didn’t know the meaning

I was swimming

On top of a cloud

Without a doubt


Of everything about you

How it’s sunny around you

Does it all have to do

With your orange shoe

I think I’ve slipped it out

And everyone’s heard

And seen

The little blue bear bouncing in between

My dreams

He’s cute

Causes acute


To me

I swear I could see

Brilliant green grass

Twirling around your orange shoe

You did feel it didn’t you?

I’m sure it all has to do

With your orange shoe.

For my sweetheart who has orange and yellow you baby :*

Bols Brandy rocks!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Is it just me, or do we get quieter as we get older?


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Some days I wish would never end

Some days I wish would never end
Some days when I can comprehend
The true meaning of having you here with me
When my heart desires eternity

Some days i wish would never end
Would stretch on, almost blend,
If they must, with another day
Another day I wish would never end

Words you say and what I hear
Are two different things but I don't fear
Because on a day I wish would never end
You always understand me, my friend

Now as sleep begins to claim me
I realize the day has ended
And you hold me
I can suddenly see

It was never the day
As long as you're here
Time loses its way
As long as you're near

Nothing really ended
And the night was splendid.


Saturday, January 3, 2009

Something from a long time ago.

"A little later I found myself sitting in the car looking out of the window, with metal flowing into my ears. It was drizzling. I observed how the raindrops zig zagged on the glass and came slowly together. I wondered what their story was, what miraculous sights they had seen when they were a part of a giant cloud, which had suddenly burst, brought them to rough brown earth, shattered the beautiful shape in the sky. A phone call threw me off my train of thought. Another 'friend'. Fruitless. These endless cups of coffee ended with phone calls I never returned, laughs I never remembered."

Wednesday, April 25, 2007, 8:38:21 PM