Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Accepts_And_Deck-cepts!

* Had made this just for fun, and guess what they liked it 'AS IT IS'..just a little bit of coloring, but thats about it. I dont know what they saw in this!! drunken film maker gone ashtray? hehehee....the company is a newly opened production house by Mr. Sanjay Soorkar...the man has some talent...I must confess...especially with women centric films and stories.


* Some of the 24 discarded Logos...Damn the Wants and Needs of peoples mans...first they dont know what they want, and then they dont like what you give...Though I know there is nothing even remotely creative about these, but you know, they asked me not go for illustration, and then they selected the one above. HOW NICE! So please refrain from stopping me from illustrations next time. though actually the demand was for a TYPO, and offered something else. The problem with typo is that its just font. I dont like that. Not my type. I have to finger a bit. So I guess it is my own fault that I find myself unsatisfied (I am not whining about anything, just relating the turn of events in a particular case).

I literally think that these might pass for the worst ever types. :P :P :P..but anyways, I'll just post them never the less. have fun!





Saturday, June 05, 2010

Charity Of Prostitution


Where does it come from,

To fill their labyrinthine pockets?

To feed their senile illusions

Sermons atop glimmering stages.


Who put it all into their hands

That they might judge and abolish us?

I look deeper inside tonight

For I have stumbled on their truth


I am not alone here

A little late though I might be


For years at end they cursed

Giving hope of a later life to destroy this

I was amazed at how they survived

No more! No more surprises!


Alas!

Flash Lights!

Curiosity reveals the ancient face

Scarred and stinking


The man with the huge belly

To save his taxes of his taxes

Of the women he sells at night

Sends forward a donation!


God in his mercy

His two faced disciples

Eagerly thank

The goodness of the deed


Come on, now is the time

Where are your screams of blasphemy?

Where are the echoes of your curses?


Now shall sleep the poor without fear

Now shall sleep the honest without hate

Now rise the morning anew


Close down the divine gate.