Ansh has showcased his work in 43 exhibitions. His paintings have found global affection with more than 400 of his acrylic 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 competititions.
Screaming into the voidLike lunatics caged, gaggedMuzzled emotions, numbedTrolled for spoken wordsSounds buried in the headSane voices, now long deadVictim to resounding fear! How to silence the howlsRaging, trapped in the mindInjustice bellows, how to findRespite, refuge from woundsGrowing like sepsis, unheededGasping for breathe, unheardMauled into total surrender.
One day I will fly away
On gossamer wings
Adorned with fairy dust;
You will crumble into mud
My sweet cocoon
My captive hut!
Like strawberries crushedTo sweeten marmaladeA heart painedIs shred to bitsBitter sweet memoriesRuddy peels in jelly mushSitting still in fragile jarsLingering fragranceMyriad flavors on the lipsFingers now sticky withSoulful tales to spread!
Even in the blazing summerThe world has frozen overSplattered with bloodOf swindled innocentsLoss of generationsUnconsoled lamentationsOur souls so coldHearts so numb;When Gods are at warMen matter no more?Just marionettes, pettyIn the playbook of destiny!
Books were bought with care and cherished; not hoarded into digital spaces because someone recommended the next best-seller. Reading was not competition; it was relaxation.