Alien Miss Shape: New Sketch

After log time i dragged a pencil on paper and what i found  is in front of you…


Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.


That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.



Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine

Being a Sketch Artist with Poetic Heart

Fantasy of my ‘ART’,

Invented like  drizzling,  through the deep,

Consciousness of dreaming ‘HEART’,

One leg down and another over my head,

Did I sit in ‘Yoga’ over my sweet bed?

No no! It was finger, direct from the heart,

pointed that what just I ‘SKETCHED’ in my palm,

Oh…Yes! I dreamed it,

Once it was here, but now where?

That ‘FLOWER’ and ‘POT’, of childhood

Which just I wrote….

One line over other line,

Sliding over and over,

meshing and crashing their own face,

Look like a jungle of ‘HAIR’.

Up up up,

Down down down,

Bisect that wooden boat,

Second before hanged with base,

Now flowing in position like wave.

Centered that rounded plate,

Keep it with grounded face.

Oh! look its watching us,

My art, into a ‘EYE’….Imagine

Imagine it high…..

I did, I amused..

You do you will….

It keeps people alive, in depression,

Or in a time when tension so high.

A pen inside your finger,

Don’t play,

Let it slide on paper…..


try it, to see insight,

What you did, on paper’s thigh,

I did it, when depressed

But in the end

I find a new ‘RACE’

Being a ‘POET’ it’s simple,

But being ‘ARTIST’, looks like

everything is Mingle.

Khrishna Sketch


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.