The Flower (after thought > flower who incorporate their petals on their time to fall )

The Flower
 (after thought > flower who incorporate their petals on their time to fall  )
water ,ink on paper 

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 I 

Wish 

There is 

Black shiny star 

For 

Morning 

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22\06\2014

Sometimes i play End of me .

Cant explain  how was it ,

But definitely i don't think what i left behind,

Because,

 I d always found me satisfy with the moments,

Emotion i expressed through,

with their  incompleteness!

They are me .

They are how i was.

It was just a breath feeling !

The distance between aliveness and  peace door !

Between is me,

Like a 

Door-stopper
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Tried to capture intuitiveness of open eyes * coconut leaf behind my cage

• I always remember about that instant moment  when I keep aside my work for a fourth dimension and take my cup of tea for window!!
•   when I return back with empty* mind to my work Again And when I find  I didn't enjoy ed my tea with the stress of empty thoughts which was already as a seed to grow in my mind.
• My ears works my eyes part most of time . To give me words for that situation.
•  My ears work much than my eyes. And sometimes they take me towards so many acceptations for being in the art field.So many realizations to find the purity of art
• that One is  I early accepted that If when  someday if i turn blind and then I am not capable to draw as i am doing now with open eyes .. I can not visit my artist call wait until I don't become it for myself.
• Intuition has always figure out but I can't express being silent and even with any media
•  its  only visible with actions of line, the body language .
• 
  
•  I just remember the sound of air
•  when it touches the coconut leaf , they make me feel waves of ocean.

Sebastiao salgado

Sebastiao salgado

...Impression

Attracts 

into the deep ocean!

Penguins already decided,

on just the belief on little wings

those ghosty waves.

 Photomoments 

Makes me feel like the photograph

is there anything remain to feel ?

What 

Long ago,

Happend .

Mother and child

old lady

Tears

migration,

slavery

colourless depth of life

like

amazon

Shows,

An Elephant

Strength less 

inside

......

Surroundings were hidden .

Surroundings were hidden .

Sounds confirms the logic,

Status does not support the virginity

of flower

The river is dream

Peacock ,

Source of colours

Light red

Water and Soil makes

the liquid iron,

and, feels like

burning lava .

Black ,Gold

Writes the emotions

melting ,bounding becomes the

Part of process

Selfscape

Selfscape

12\06\2014

कुणीही न दिले मज दुःख

न कुणीही सु:ख 

मीच योजिले मजसाठी

श्वासांचे अर्थ. 

11\6\2014 When I read his words .carved on the grave,

When I read his words .

carved on the grave,

Now,

 I  Dont want to burn.

I want to be soil.

 Not soul .

So when you come to me

in your thoughts

 I am inside in the earth

 You can feel me in your hand 

So ,

you  leave me,

 Wherever you want

 Atleast,

 I am visual 

To remember.

For forget

I merge in my space.

Happily. 

I want every day 

Dew makes my heart soil.

and when the first rain drop

 The scent you smell 

Is me

My

Lust,

If you ever try to me remember

For forget .

I am always there,

Outlast

Visual

Real

.

Selfscape

Selfscape
Marker ,ink and water

11/6/2014

I wish that i ever could able to SCREAM out of loud  externally  for them.

fo that they are now wherever

at least tell

what i did wrong!

and i wish if they tell me then after i am able to SCREAM 

MY SORRY

if that realize me!

In the hard time 

I hope whatever i did they understand before 

they feel my existence there!

soul

soil

blast 

the love

in the darkness

they let me feel my peace of life!








( somewhere there if i neglect all those things just because i wanted to grow like a tree and it takes time and i never grown my leaves just i found that there i got a little less water from them but in the other end they already had only that much )

crowmothercrowfather

Where i live most of people believe after death They come to eat
as a crow what we serve
 I don't know
 But,
 I WANT THEM  whatever they are my inside my outside

Because if they are exist with essence they are more meaningful and i become more happy to grasp my next level with appropriate mediums

I have plans.

 To make my new paper.

 To minimize my art works .

As I always think about the end .

And then, how I care?
about In a great way 
to give them peace.
like they gave me.

So they could spend their time with each other 

With less hurt .

I have them as they are 
always came like me,

In a different way,

  maybe.

 From my imaginative Brainwomb.

 I would love to learn
the process,

 Once I prepare the courage to make

 With appropriate

 Process .
Started

I would love to kill them before my disappearance. 

 To 

give them more meaningful .

life ,

To space for breath.

 As I feel .

As I need.

 As I want.
like  a every creative human being
nobody take care
 as much as the creator take.

समुद्रासमकविवाचन !

 कविता एकदातरी समुद्रासमोर व्यक्त केली जावी . 

समुद्रासमकविवाचन होवून जाव . 

पुर्णावधानाने . 

पाहावं 

अनुभवावं,
 भिडते का अथांगता  समुद्रासारखी 

लाटांच्या शिस्त बदह्तेत मुक्तपणे  अंगावर येते कि ,

दगडावर आपटून विखर्णाऱ्या  लाटेच्या थेम्बासारखी . 

कि ,त्या हेन्रीला समझ लेल्या पुन्हा परत न येणाऱ्या लाटेसा रखी 

ती तीव्रता जाणवतच नाही . 

समुद्राची डोळ्यांना न दिसणारी खोली आणि 

प्रत्येक त्या सामवून घेतलेल्या जीवांच्या क्षणोक्षणी 

जिवंत राहण्याची  कसब शिकवते कि नाही . 

परतताना तो  जसा शांत होतो तसा शांत करतो कि ,

सुनामीच्या त्याच परतणाऱ्या लाटांसारखा उध्वस्त करून टाकतो . 

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Skull

Skull
Ink and water  on paper

An eYe

An eYe
Ink and red ocher on paper

Self

Self
digital 

After thought....water washes the colour from flower

(After thought)
Water washes The color from flower
Ink and Ocher Red  and water on paper