no less than men!

a tribute to AMRITA SHER-GILL

i recently leafed through the biography of the famous beautiful painter amrita shergil.the book seers through her short life with few illustrations.i was never much a biography person,but i was curious to know about this female who my friend described as a nymphomaniac.them somewhere i heard that she was a painter and a raving beauty.curiouser and curiouser,i searched the library for her.but she was issued.i had to wait nearly a month to get to know her.surprisingly,i did not find her pretty till i saw her works...her paintings ,even in the pictures,were alive to me..more than words i devoured the powerful colours that a half indian,half hungarian girl represented in those oils...as for the nympho part,the writer has carefully made it a point to just avoid that portion of her life,but still not omitting the usual details..the life of an eccentric,painter,lustrous female,was virtually reproduced in front of me....and i could not put the book down till i sank in all her life in one gulp..in the end,it came as a surprise,her demise at such a young age of 28...but then she had lived her life to he fullest...the reason for her living,was her paintings,other than that,she was in and out of relationships,had a husband who did not care who she slept with but loved and supported her....she saw the world with her own eyes...well travelled but found her heart in the beauty of india...somehow,her paintings are not bleak like the west,but are vibrant,full of colours from the east...yes,she was wholly ours...her body may have been given to different men,but her heart was only for india....her art was for india...she must be accepted with her splendour and the aura she posessed...even after her death,her mystery drives readers like me to her art...a life well spent..

NOT A TEAR WILL FALL

sundry the moment,my throat is clogged,
the past does not wish to pass,
cold and clammy my hands feel,
but still...i wont let a tear befall...

squirted with dirt,i am an outcast,
pricked and pierced,still breath is left,
shallow beings befooled my depth,
but still...i wont let a tear befall...

understand, i had to quit,
i had to swallow my puppet strings,
in front of me cries my puppeteer,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

smothered underneath,i gasped to live,
died each day bit by bit,
fear of foreseen engraved on my heart,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

i did try my level best,
to live with the knot around my neck,
slowly it tightened its grip on me,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

now my rope cries,so does the knot,
he cries who lassoed me to rot,
the marks cry on my neck,
but still...my eyes wont let a tear fall...

i m blamed for being the adamant pet,
who chose freedom over constrained love,
dared to differ,now doomed to suffer,
but still....

sumthing i came across

The photo is the 'Pultizer prize' winning photo taken in 1994 during the SUDAN famine.the picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards a UNITED NATIONS food camp located a kilometre away...

The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it.This picture shocked the whole world.No one knows what happened to the child,including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.

Three months later he commited suicide due to depression.

but my question is could he not have come forward and help the child instead of clicking the picture???

i am free

splatters afresh of crimson hallucination,
the blood,MY blood is soaked with wounds...
it itches,it aches,it flows..it splashes
but tell me thee..does it LOVE??

with turbulent calm,it seeps my head
drop by drop,drop by drop...
each SPLASH ripples my insides
and rips apart the FROZEN heart

the ice figurine,that pumps my blood
stops the TICK....it does not feel
and sets AFREE my captured soul,
it belongs to no one but ME.

ambrosia

bubbles of molten thought
rushing upsurf with increasing abandon...
don't you feel it moving inside you
the jitters,the shakes,as they silently run...
you are opening your eyes now
those hath been closed since existence...
I see you awaken aforth me
get to inhale your soul's essence...
there is this light in your eyes
correction:you are the light...
a burning torch,you shun the dark
making the world blazing bright...
you had to taste this AMBROSIA of knowledge
you had to burn,you had to know...
forgive me for the harsh push
but you had to fall,you had to flow...
now you have to push the others who
are tethering on the edge of oblivion...
to pass on this flame,till one day
this planet earth....becomes the sun.