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Untitled Unknown
Water,light red, ink .

Plucking करवंद (karvanda)

• The Subconscious mind for a moment keeps away the conscious brain.

.May be the intuition is the answer in words.(But I feel words are dead most of time to realize us every detail.It's the one find a way). There we lost our self for our trust on faith. Every time, every moment we cut our self into pieces for the satisfaction of desires.Various types of various things..
When the light contact with us, (it's always with us) we carry the darkness.Skin goes one tone lighter and it depends on lights condition. And when it's dark the skin turns darker we never imagine we real skin color.When its contain with light or dark. The neutral things have very thin line between the start and end or between start and start. The breath does not allow me to say end in the contacts with virtual existence

The essence going through that everything.Essence has its own individual identity for the pleasure of selfishness.Your count is able to lie even the truth is always hiddenitself, there because of the breath going on.The Fragrance is the option of the virtual identity sometimes, but it's possible to feel those various way. It's never ending journey we return not the way.We have an ultimate eye view between sky and earth space the way belongs to that space. We are using that our own way,we Try.
Power is the ultimate source of self contain energy like the sun . *

• Force is the ultimate author of self contain energy like the sunshine.

"Prince has the burden of crown "

Prince has the burden of crown
Water,ink,light red

"Selfscape"

"Selfscape"
Water, ink,light red and collage

Practice maybe makes me perfect. 

With the technique 

Or maybe it gives me 

The perfection 

About the visual But, 

It's very unfair If I could.

 As I know me

Towards self ego 

And,

 The unfair behavior 

with the Layers of progress. 

Those DNA moments. 

I have always with me 

Those were has my own essence .

It's very hard to separate sometimes 

With the visual  I am creating 

And it's often happened with me

In the process .

 It is not a problem, 

The another ego to put there

 Like a full stop. 

That projection Might have the chances to show 

Layer's absence

 Even they are present. 

The result is a visuals problem

 The process is processed .

The moments 

are very minute to explain 

And various pieces to feel. 

How could i complete 

I am not here to complete 

The satisfaction of eyes 

They are part Of it.

Sometimes they reach 

As they are the 

complete evidence 

With me.

Alone. 

२६/४/२०१४

संस्कृति ,पारंपरिक  कला ह्यांचा र्हास झालाय हे नक्की  माणसांच्या मेंदूने केला आहे. ते आले जगा पुढे आपल्याला त्यांचा परिचय झाला त्यामागची घडण समजली ती घरामध्ये हवीशी वाटली मानसिक समाधान झालं इथपर्यंत खूप छान ज्यांनी शोधली त्यांचा तेवढ्या काळापुरता उदो उदो झाला ठीक आहे
 ,पण जी मूळ कला आहे ती आणताना त्यामागच्या हक्कांचे , ती  तशी"च" करण्याचा ,होण्याचा समजून घेवून जपण्याचा   .बदल  करू न देण्यामागचा संकल्प ,कारणे ,महत्व समजून आणि समजावून  देण्याचा अट्टाहास
त्याच्या व्यापारी करणा वरील निर्बंध ह्या मुद्यांचा विचार  गेला आणि आलं बाधल जिथे होतो तिथेच राहिलो  . एक एक संधी संपूर्ण व्यवस्था नीट संयोजित करण्याची संधी पुरवते  आणि काही ठराविक काळाच्या आर्थिक समृद्धी  करता पूर्ण गढूळ होवून जाते . खरतर संस्कृती संपते अर्थ उरतो . * २६/४/२०१४

Silence to Peace

Silence, silence silence.

 I heard that so many times.

 After that three times 

I thought 

It was an impression 

Ruling for peace.

ok .

So i understood 

Silence was not a peace.

 And a peace is itself 

An impression of the visual. 

Open eyes 

Close eyes 

Doesn't matter 

Life and death

 Doesn't even 

matter

Peace is the harmless .

And

Realization of non dependency 

Maybe.

continues

 with

 the

urge to

 discover.

.

Twirl

The next moment you realize

 It's ok.

 It's going to be ok.

The shape, 

The series 

Then stop 

There is nothing more

Than fascination 

Of 

That stop thinking

 It keeps you feel breathing

Keeps me for me

 I feel 

The twirl we. 

Our mind. 

And 

I don't see myself 

Even at that center

There are so many me, 

We. 

Explanation is the 

Unstable thing.

 If I could talk about 

Anything Some things are just 

Made as a rule.

 Birth

 Life 

Death

.

 And we play 

Those rules 

Most of times my fan 

Doesn't give me Air 

Which I needed

My Sweat 

My realization of the air. 

We made 

The luxury. 

Sometimes 

I

Dry as it is 

And

Then its disappears even 

From my thoughts.

For words.

  

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"Untitled"
Water,Ink,Light Red

Kakol

Kakol 
-----------------------
You know "The Gogh "
Sure.

He wrote the letters 

They are very personal .
but,
Tell me 
If you had read them all 
Did he mentioned there 
He had the hard life
?
 Did he mentioned 
Ok
 If he mentioned 
Those are letters
Right.
Letters 
we 
believe
For
The way of
 expressions
 our 
Personal feelings?

You know what
 I don't see anything 
Pain 
 Or suffering 
Things 
in his works 
First
I see his efforts ,
 Urge to complete something
 and the understanding
things.
 with his own Values
towards life.
 The style
 he got 
That's achievement .
of His truth
 I feel.

 Maybe 
I am using big words. 
But,

Give me  some time
 to understand.
Because,
Hidden 
 layers I don't want to ignore.
 It's my period of 
express 
More 
&
 more.

 He all-ways tried 
He wrote letters.

                                                              He created 
                                                                Paintings,
                                                                drawings.
                                                                     But

I am more thank full for his brother


Being an important part of his life.
He kept him alive at least 10 years 

He didn't died naturally .
So his works were incomplete somewhere. 
Or may I dare to think like that?

 Art 

even doesn't succeed too
 Captured his beliefs?
 That he thought? 
There is wrong that he sought.
 I don't accept it as a human being
Suicide
For now 
Anyway. 
But,
He completed some steps Very gratefully.
 Paulee used the word genius. 
After he saw his works and letters. 
In the exhibition.
I "believe" 
paulee.
 Because he was / is 
humble.

He gave the credit to fish. 
For
his inspiration
.
 He wrote that,

 Yes.
 And I wrote about the layers upside^ 
The humbleness,
 towards our beliefs. 
He is teaching me.
The layers,
 The use of love 
He makes me smile.

 You also smile,
 right?
Smile 
.
I am sure its more great to create a smile on your face
beside to pend money on Monalisa.
because its smile on mother