Worth Having

Behind my violent smile

Purple fangs

Bladed jaw

There is nothing;

Nothing worth having.

Bones...

Morning Touch

Short green grass

Shorter then my yellow toe

Shorter to my eyes then you know

How soothing is your morning touch.

Her Name Is Smell

There is a girl and her name is smell

Her eyes are two deep black wet well

And recently she wore a golden drape

Made out of modern polished crape

Her medusan beauty turned many to stone

Left in the throat a hard hard bone

Enchantress!!

Enchantress!!

Look in my eyes

I need to be shocked.

Bonto: A Tribute To Reynolds

* Black and Red Pen on Paper...

Bonto I couldnt help myself from using the Reynolds pen to sketch you...this is the red and black reynolds...a tribute to the tit you have on your finger coz of this pen...Ha Ha!!

Bikky Jain

* Black Pen on Paper...

Bikky Jain!! Yes Sir!! :P:P:P

Bush-man

* Black Pen on Paper...I apologise to dogen because he didnt fit in the scanner... But I assure you, you stand beside bush-man at all times.

Bonto

* Black Pen on Paper...This is bonto standing somewhere in russia...ASS!!! 

Iong

* Black Pen on Paper...

SAM

* Black Pen on Paper..took me 6 hours to finish this one...

Expressions

* Just some expressions

Faces

* Two faces I concocted as charecters for a story...Used neither at the end though...

Figure Drawing

* Just some attempts at figure drawing...mostly for practice

I Tasted The Rainbow

It so happened at the end of the pot

There were more words then there were not

As was leveled my understanding with a blow

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

For millions of years and far far beyond

We submitted to gods that never dawned

Until that final seed we did sow

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

It sparkled in a lavishly draped crystal dress

Our future cracked at its far upper crest

And it all unraveled into the past as we know

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

And I laughed most heartily without a care

So humorously innocent was truths virtuous stare

That I wondered why ever I feared a black crow

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

What a joke, o’ what a blasphemous joke

That with laughter my eyes seem to choke

Not the future, but the past seems to grow

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

As we see it, the future seems to claw

But that is just what caused the flaw

That we misunderstood its actual flow

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow

Don’t ogle if you don’t understand my crown

Someone played a prank, put it upside down

The past is the future, the future we all know

I realized right after I tasted the rainbow.

Conversations : The Sky

Curtain Rises

 

No lights. Voices are heard.

 

Young Voice (Sad): Will you give me anything I want?

Old Voice: Yes, anything.

Young Voice: I want the sky.

 

Old voice laughs at the stupidity of the request and asks.

 

Old Voice (Satirically): And what do you think you would do with it?

Young Voice (Slowly and Plainly):  I would take it and leave it to decide if it wants to change or not. I will leave it to its own wish.

Angry/Anger

She gets angry at her rage

Wonders if it’s just her age

Wisdom stands on a distant isle

Let’s help her cross the youthful Nile.

 

***

 

That desperate anger without reason

From the cursing lips of that Brahman

Leveled Shakuntala between the eye

Made her gasp for it took her cry.

Audible Magical Mystic Wizards

She entered in her silken dress

Her purple eyelashes catching the eye

Came toward my counter first

I asked her what she wanted to buy

Gently came out those maiden words

Softly fluttered her colored eyes

Audible magical mystic wizards

But to speak to a man she was too shy

I summoned for the female salesgirl

While a thought suddenly sniped my mind

Prejudices and discriminations began to swirl

With default shapes of a myriad kind

What have we been taught to think of women?

What do you really preach o' wise men?

Our Innocent Curiosily

The general wants himself caged,

In Bathsheba’s virgin dreams,

He wishes his failures wouldn’t have aged,

With years his conscience mopped and screamed.

So many drunken bullets that spurted,

So many rose colored wounds,

None that he couldn’t have ignored,

But his senses were perfumed.

 

“General lead us not into your failure,

Conspire not our measured deaths,

For through our innocent curiosity,

Ourselves we shall stop our breaths.”

General in your decayed cage,

A tooth in your green mouth,

How you failed to die yourself,

When war ate up many a sprout?

 General with your failed intent,

Tell us of your conspired lie,

What with your white glove now red,

Do you hear them lonely mothers’ cry? 

General with your failed greed,

You illusioned many a conquered land,

For when the absent dust had settled,

Mere empty lands in front did stand.

General with you blinking honors,

That shines upon many a framed wall,

Those that lie beneath rose bushes,

Fail to answer to their lovers call. 

“General lead us not into that grand darkness,

With your speeches bend not our fragile will,

Generous shall prove our own curiosity,

For certain life shall climb death’s hill.”

Teach Me How To Draw

With a pencil between her fingers

She raises different muses

And innocent eyes she draws

As she pushes me excuses

There wasn’t enough time

There was so much to do

What did you want from me?

What, but your ability to draw?