Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

Art Works

Old was Gold

Those were our days
when branches were our swings
and playfulness sprung from our eyes too
now, uncountable seasons have passed
our grip has loosened

The innocence is back now, but the strength is lost
After all, we carried the bags of hard-work all throughout
Hunch-backed now, we play the game we dreaded as children
Of holding on to dear life
and praying it to give us one more year

Corruption

Censure me later,
Before weigh my wisdom,
If your scales are clean and unbiased,
I’ll be on one side but what will you settle for the other,
If you have any clarity of thought,
Fundamentalism is what I don’t deal with,
But you are the creator of it,
The narrow lanes of mind that I never believed in,
But did get affected as you made me drive through them,
I’ll stand alone with real marked righteousness,
For those who understand the fact,
That is as true as the sun’s emergence in the east,
Against those who created the painful fact of ill today,
I’ll be choked to death,
As the air of negativeness won’t let me breathe,
Since a strange but factual era of today says majority always win,
The other side will be heavier with dirt in papers,
I came alone and will go alone,
What bothers me is this state,
That will continue even after my eyes close.

Shades of Grey

I was swayed along to see the different shades,
First landed to see the poor lad,
Stamping on stagnant water,
It made me wonder how can hazardous,
Also bring the smile on pitiful,
Wind flew me next to a pavement,
Near the green place where the sun sets,
There I saw a beauty with charm less eyes,
That told story of a sad demise,
I felt pain since was unable to help,
So I flew away again to find joy on the next terrain,
My wind stopped outside a grocery shop,
Where a beggar stood staring at the sugar top,
Misery yet again and a tear dropped,
Again unable to help I flew away,
Now wind carried me to a construction site,
Built by a cartful of living under a thatched roof,
On a tree branch a poor yet strong mother,
Had tied a cloth swing,
For her baby to sleep and dream,
That was a sight that made me relax and pray
Of this little lad’s future to bring some hope in ray,
I being contented in life could do nothing,
To bring this sadness an end of surprise,
But could only join my hands to say,
Dear God let this wounded bud’s big dreams,
Under this sun so bright,
Turn upside down his gloomy world into a place,
That has no flood of tears,
But spring of gay

Digitally made poster

Matte painting

HE WANTS TO BREAK FREE
He is cartoned, he is closed,
to breathe in life of his own,
the sack of knowledge that lies on his back,
gifts him no wisdom or teachings of righteousness,
but only endless clinging of coins,
it has brought him comfort but not in mind,
a robot who works to know nothing outside his box of mind,
is now lonely and weeps for pleasure he missed out,
in smiling with no reason like a child and jumping around,
when he realizes this he goes out for a stroll,
the clouds weep too and his loneliness is shared,
flowers lying on his path catch his attention,
seeing the slush drops over them, he goes philosophical,
relating the flower's silent death with himself he feels,
now the immortal flowers too have faced their death and how!
But hopeful of a better time, he carves out the positive out of negative
he waits no more but jumps in slush to shake off the distress he had shouldered
just to be happy now as the wait for a dandy tomorrow never seemed to end.

Caricature design (Nawab Farishta)

Yeah Yeah..! this is Nawab Farishta(as he likes to be called).
A friend's younger Big Brother.
He wanted his caricature on his 16th B'day
and he got one. A very infamous gift for a 16
turned boy!

Landscape

No time is a couple on everyones lips,
Dreams in no time free land us here,
I created the primaries that I dream of,
to enjoy the calmness in visualization atleast.