Storm over waters In a ravaging gale As tempests descend On ignited lives of men Adventure seekers, roamers Of wildness and wilderness In rocky boats they sail On voyages they say To fulfill raging souls Whatever price to pay!
Let the clouds unveil Desirous fiestas in blue In delicious azure hues Let me savor summer Shining through dewdrops Cover myself in crystals Pouring from the skies Indulge in the petrichor Capture the essence Of rain-soaked colors Burnt umber in the glare Of the monsoon sun For August is here; Can autumn be far behind?
When a parched Delhi was craving to embrace rain clouds, the evenings were aglow in anticipation. Ramit Mitra of Delhi by Foot (DBF) adventures, shared this photograph of the city skyline with a comment that Delhi evenings are becoming beautiful again. The orange was endearing enough to make me write a verse.
Rain-laden clouds In a lavish sunset Scoop up, savor with delight Scrumptious orange jelly Soothing, trickling slowly Into crucible of the night
Some day they will wonder Where did all the people go? With their dreams and deeds Now rust and patina buried deep Entangled in moss and froth Was it life incomplete Or how it was meant to be? They find a tiffin box with Remnants of a meal A torn cloth – a shroud or veil Who will tell? Buried under the turmoil A lost city of yore Fallen from the map How did it plummet so low! The Armageddon or Apocalypse Poisoned air or men at war? How long to wipe out Another city, another life; Push a tribe from the brink How long after we ignore Lessons of the dead of lore?
When you seek beauty and bliss, it seeks you out in return, in its myriad forms. After writing about Shreyan’s creativity, I came across another brilliant, young artist. Ansh Batra, a 14-year old boy, delves mostly in abstract paintings on acrylic. Ansh started painting in his early years and has found refuge and expression in shapes and colors.
A kaleidoscope of colors, the paintings bring cheer and joy. Sometimes, they also reflect inner chaos and jumbled visions, as the artist seeks answers. Whatever be the medium, a work of art can be interpreted in several ways and Ansh’s work resonated with some verses in my archives.
Ansh is a special child with autism. His art has received the unconditional love and blessings of his parents. Anshul, his mother, with utmost humility says that Ansh is learning to work with colors and canvas and will continue to learn all his life. A preview of Ansh’s work is available on his Facebook page managed by Anshul.
With unpretentious and dedicated pursuit of his passion for different strokes, Ansh has showcased his work in 43 exhibitions. His paintings have found global affection with more than 400 paintings adorning the homes of patrons in India, Canada, German, Dubai, and Hong Kong. He has been featured in newspapers and regularly participates in art competitions. His work reflects the depth of the caption in a Facebook video that features his artistic method – “We’re all little broken; last time I checked broken crayons still color.”
If I could fly What feathers to adorn; A tint of pearl A hint of zircon Fragment of an angel Sliver of the Devil Shades of spring Depths of autumn Silver of a dandelion Gold blush of dawn Intricately woven As wings of a human To cross the far horizon!