Swing

It’s long time I have never posted a sketch, well Sorry for that, I was busy. Well here I am presenting my latest sketch, I named it ‘SWING’. The idea behind this sketch, was not clear when I started to sketch it, I was wandering to draw a girl, swinging in a traditional way on a hanging ‘Jhula’ but I had drown it in this way, well swinging girl has been sketched lots of times, but this way may feel quit different, here if you notice, that person i have drawn is in a deep thought, with enjoying a ride on swing, I could remember my days of childhood, when I too used to swing in Jhula, and I remember, I was thinking about flying in wide sky with wings, enjoying the sunset just behind ranges of Aravali Mountains, passing across my village. I can feel that joy watching this sketch….Hope you will enjoy this art………

Swing

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Incomplete Journey

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How can you tear-down my heart,

Baby! I loved you bottom of my heart…….

It has an incomplete walk,

Some lay down to work as dark,

Some lift toward the sunny grimy talk….

How can you tear-down my heart….

Baby! i loved you bottom of my heart…….

Baby! wound feeds my tiny,

Un-bearable, lovely small heart,

How can you tear-down my heart….

Remember ? that flower shop,

How much i brought you Rose,

Baby! I begged for sometime money, but

I always brought that for you honey…….

Can you forget Valentine’s dreamy night,

We silently climbed on the Hart,

Wished the staring gloom, but

Next day cop gave me loom….

Moment you bring that tear,

My heart couldn’t it bear,

Wanna to cry like child, but

Never I that once tried……..

Only single blink of Question,

How could i get a new motion,

Give me reason to live,

Answer the silly one thing……..

How can you tear-down my heart….

Baby! I loved you bottom of my heart…….

Storm Coming! Storm Coming!

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Near the Hills,  
Drizzling just Started,
Rumors’ voice was Heavy,
Storm Coming! Storm Coming!
Wisest the God,
Led them Aboard.
Settled in a Valley
One way to enter,
If enemy comes, another to escape.
Chuckling Himself,
Someone fighting to Rain,
Chained himself, 
With thousand tones of Stone.
Day was there,
Storm reached exact there.
Had a fight with man, 
who fought with Rain.
Pushed him A Lot,
But just failed to Get.
Moment was Near,
Smelled peoples’ fear.
facing that entrance,
It laughed over the gems. 
Warned to destroy them,
Gave a chance to Run,
How fast, they can.
Number was large, 
with narrower that pass,
People shocked and harassed,
How can come over that Rock?
One way to escape,
Brought them inside a cage.
Velocity in low, 
Can they conquer the storm?
Storm in full, Raised to death,
It was its turn,
Who was ready to hit in single attempt,
For ruin each and every head.
People who left,
Was in sorrow of these Death,
If they follow to him,
There was a another Glim. 

MATERNITY

At the instant I laid-down the thought of projecting a ‘Mother’ in a form of sketch I got confuse that what state of life, I should summarize in my sketch, It was a difficult task to figure-out the importance of mother in a life of human or even in animals too. Well! It’s quite interesting to know that the feeling of mother-hood in a women no more last as was in ancient period because of enhance moral duties and also being technical educated.

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As per some surveys says that in actual world this feeling also remains stable for few years after giving birth to the child, and It is much more associated to the first born of any women, as the number of babies increases the feeling of mother hood get down and down, It can be seen in our history also when a women used to have large number of children and if they lose one or two of them in war they don’t even care about it. In present time when the increasing population became a serious problem, the size of family has shrunk with 2 or even with single children this feeling may have a strong link between baby and mother, but Does it 100% right? Yes! I hope so. Mother always remains a mother for his first born, and it also supports to control in population. Being a sketch maker I feel a grieve-ness for not having that much insight in a mother’s heart, and being unable to express their love for their children.

Ok! It was a different thing to understand, I feel that let us forget the way i thought and mentioned above, I feel by keeping that aside, we must feel, that mother is a priceless gift by god to his child and child too for mother, having a baby in her belly a women feel proud and by giving birth to a another life she become a creator of life, by helping a child to grow by feeding her breast they act as a god who make the survival of human kind. 

This sketch of mine illustrate the life of a women in terms of real women, in two phases first is before marriage when a women as a girl, being a beauty and an issue to be admired among a group of people, get engaged with others, fall in love and also her child hood as a baby in the arms of her mother, and little girl just playing. And Second phase is after marriage when she gets pregnant and gives a birth to a baby and shows her affections towards baby, feed her and make her survive in this world. See if we forget a man for a moment and imagine the whole cycle of a women’s life and one can understand that women is a mighty thing in a living state, whole the cycle of existence of world depends on them only. Just in brief start with an age of zero when a girl gets birth in a family, no doubt if we leave some of narrow minded men than every father feel happy and proud to be father of a ‘Janani’ (Mother), at her early childhood a family enjoys her’s sweet talks, in her young-state when her beauty get appreciated all around a father feel proud and if her skills are also admirable then it multiplies a father’s joy… I am not talking about her flirting nature or cunning-ness if exists in her early youngster period. But when she got married, a dramatic change every one can feel in her, this change grows stronger when she is going to have a baby, and after giving that baby a birth. Well once I heard a speech of ‘Osho’ he also says that a women always plays a role of mother, even if we talk about her marital relation too, she pretend to be a mother of her husband too, by giving him a care as such she gives to her children. So the whole cycle illustrate her greatness and mightiness over the all living beings.

An another specialization of this sketch is that if we rotate it be 180 degrees we will feel that there is 2 or 3 faces hiding inside it, one of them is an aged man and another two are women.

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Khrishna Sketch

Khrishana

This sketch is inspired from the lord Khrishna, which is a symbol of love  and peace, and a popular deity in Hindu religion.

Khrishna is a deity, worshipped across many traditions of Hinduism in a variety of different perspectives. While many Vaishnava groups recognize him as an avatar of the god, Vishnu; some traditions within Krishnaism, consider Krishna to be Svayam Bhagavan, or the Supreme Being.

Krishna is often described and portrayed as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the Bhagavata Purana] or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad Gita.The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and theological traditions. They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a prankster, a model lover, a divine hero, and the Supreme Being. The principal scriptures discussing Krishna’s story are the Mahabharata, the Harivamsa, the Bhagavata Purana, and the Vishnu Purana. He is also known as Govinda and Gopala.

Empty Bucket

Empty- Bucket

I swallow the Thirst,

My condition is Worst,

Became a ‘Empty Bucket’,

Once full of Pride, was ready to Bow, now

Lazy, thoughtless, bribed, senseless….

Here the Charm,

Without guts, without Warm,

Gloomy which Thought,

My head once to Brought.

Building a Rope,

Hurry to Drop,

Welling inside,

Where did I hide?

To whom i gambled?

Did i break my Tie?

Let’s having a Glass,

Keeping a Watch,

A effort to fill,

‘Empty Bucket’ to Heal.

A offer to Let you Go…..

If my senses being jammed,
And If you feel I can’t.
It’s your fault that missed,
The edge of my thought,
My heart never die,
And it will  you watch me by,
If I could smell that wine,
Once your lips brought me, Do i lie? 
That will enough; to recognize
The love within my veins,
Runs like wind at high,
If you stand apart,
at the door of my heart,
I will feel you by my side,
In the air, in the water, in the fire of night watch..
Don’t you ask me to let you go?
Ask you to just pass…
My love is true, says divine of my heart,
You walk and see I will stand for you,
At the door, to watch, without fear, without tears,
Like a pot full of flowers, just smiling,
And waiting to catching your last watch.
If you feel you can be without me,
I will be without you,
No No… without your presence……..