MY Representation of Lord Ganesha

From a Deserted Mad House

OH that my soul a marrow-bone might seize!
For the old egg of my desire is broken,
Spilled is the pearly white and spilled the yolk, and
As the mild melancholy contents grease
My path the shorn lamb baas like bumblebees.
Time's trashy purse is as a taken token
Or like a thrilling recitation, spoken
By mournful mouths filled full of mirth and cheese.

And yet, why should I clasp the earthful urn?
Or find the frittered fig that felt the fast?
Or choose to chase the cheese around the churn?
Or swallow any pill from out the past?
Ah, no Love, not while your hot kisses burn
Like a potato riding on the blast.

You Don't Love me anymore

You don't love me over here anymore 
because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor. 

And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for. 
Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more. 

Your soul still lies empty 
as you think about the past. 
And wishing you had the things, 
you know would never last. 
Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead, 
you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead. 

But i see on you a light, 
shining a ray of hope, 
right now its not much, 
but the tip of a saving rope. 
Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear, 
as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near. 

And love will be your new home, 
where your heart can rest and sleep. 

you can bask in the light shown, 
where the living water runs deep.

Drown

I am here, watching you drown

I can’t reach you,

all you have to do is stand.

I am out of reach,

I use tools, rope and carrots,

There is nothing I can do

but watch and cry.

I am begging you to stand.

Pleading with you, “please, just stand.”

You start to stand and reach for me

Over and over again.

I reach and grab your hand.

But all over again

You give up, let go, and fall

And on the way down

You scratch and pull,

Breaking my bones

Drawing blood

bruising my skin.

I am watching you die

And it is killing me too.

And I beg you to try.

I hear your voice,

small and scared,

“why wont you help me?”

Just stand.

Just stand.

Just scribbling!!!

You don't love me over here anymore 
because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor. 

And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for. 
Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more. 

Your soul still lies empty 
as you think about the past. 
And wishing you had the things, 
you know would never last. 
Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead, 
you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead. 

But i see on you a light, 
shining a ray of hope, 
right now its not much, 
but the tip of a saving rope. 
Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear, 
as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near. 

And love will be your new home, 
where your heart can rest and sleep. 

you can bask in the light shown, 
where the living water runs deep.

My Latest Piece of Work

People have been complaining that I was not uploading some of my new paintings...so here I am with my latest addition...hope you guys like the same...this painting is dedicated to DAMINI, the brave woman we lost a few days back...

Some of My Work on Clay Plates using Fabric Color

African Tribal Art On a Clay Plate

Lord Buddha

Dancing in the Moonlight

Goddess Durga and Ganesha

Teen Konya (The Three Sisters)

Radha Lost in Thought of Krishna