Resurface I have five days in me, scarlet – aching and craving I have four weeks in me, mourning and joyous and raw I have nine months in me, painful…
Barometer is an upscale, fine-dine resto-bar, recently opened in the city of Pune. Pune is regarded as the Oxford of the East but it has grown in leaps and bounds,…
झोप आज झोपताना लक्षात आलं की आपली उंची वाढलीये. पलंग पुरत नव्हता. वैतागून भंगारात टाकून दिला. बदल्यात मोठी चटई घेतली. रात्री त्या चटईवर झोपायला गेलो तर तीही पुरेना. पावलांपासून पुढे…
I try, they tell I try to make art They tell me to find my tradition. I try to find my tradition They tell me to be contemporary. I try…
१. विसर विसर विसर विसर विसरून जा विसर सतत विसर कम्पलसरीये ते विसरणं अर्धमूर्धं विसर फार्तर विसर सम्पूर्ण ज्याने घेतला होता आकार ते विसर विसर विसर आख्खं विसर काठोकाठ भरलेलं…
Timing is everything She did not say “no” in the beginning. How could she? When he came seeking So desperately All the answers That seemed to lie Only within her.…
१. भीमा तीरावर केवढी ही घाई एकात एक मिसळले देह सा-यांचा मिळून एक सदेह भुमीसारखा अवजड धावतोय भरारा परग्रह पताकात पताका आभाळाचे केशर उतरली पताका वर पिवळीजर्द गर्भाळ दुपार एकेका…
‘आता’ असतो का? हा विवाद्य आणि आव्हानात्मक प्रश्न आहे. तरीही ‘आता’च असतो ज्याचे ‘असणे’ सिद्ध करता येते. कारण, आधीचे (भूतकाळ) घडून गेलेले असते म्हणून ते ‘नसते’ आणि येणारा (भविष्यकाळ) अजून…
Final Display 2017, Department of Fine Arts, Sarojini Naidu School, University of Hyderabad The Students’ Final Display is an organized artistic practice in the premise of the Department of Fine…
Lines delicate and flowingIntersectingMeeting at pointsThen moving againNothing is random.In the map of memoryJoin the dotsSome dots sparkleConnections appear…Stories told, untoldImaginary, realClear or blurred.Stories are manySome are saidNot in many…
Maintenant, one of the possible translations of ‘Now’ in French, from main, hand and tenir, grasp or hold, fits perfectly into the world of sculpture, speaking as it does of the tactile…
a surveyor/ accountant/ writer/ rewriter/ listener/ observer of ugly histories- a poem as an act of writing a past story, not a (his)tory
“our families have ugly histories”, a friend…