Art on the web

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I haven’t made a post here in a while. I was busy with my coursework and just caught up everywhere, like a typical no-longer-a-teen-but-cannot-digest-it-yet. Because of all these, I also developed a huge writer’s block in the recent past, and thought re-inaugurating my blog after several weeks with this digital piece of art I made would be a good idea, since I couldn’t come up with more than a couple of lines for my latest poem.

This is technically digital art, but it’s nothing complicated and anyone of you can do it! Just visit the site http://weavesilk.com/ and drag your cursor any way you want. I personally, have put a lot of effort in creating this, one because I have seen my blog growing like a baby right in front of my eyes, and I give a lot of importance to stuff I post here. I put as much thought and effort in terms of design and colours etc. for this, as I would, for a poem. I redid this piece around ten times. And secondly, the features and interface of this particular website made me feel pretty surreal, so I thought I’d make something that reflects my current mood, concerns and struggles. I choose to refrain from telling you what those are, but the work is certainly open to interpretation, like my other works.

P.S.- This is not an advertisement for Silk, nobody has paid me or requested me to do it. I really enjoy creating designs on it, so I thought I’d share it here, for you guys to check out! It’s really cool 😀

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Scribble Series #9-Writers’ Block

His blog posts became infrequent. The latest draft wasn’t touched up for a month.  Storey after storey, the high-rise completely covered the orphanage and the adjacent park from his view.

The builders successfully created a permanent writers’ block for the paralysed poet.

 

Dark Folly

I found you in the middle of chaos,

Hidden behind a sparkling veil of gloom,

You stirred my tinted glass soul,

An enigma I’d never before known.

Your gaze,  a melodious requiem,

Coldly cryptic, unlike a Sunday hymn.

I thwarted my butterfly coloured senses,

And sped towards your cindery heart,

Knew all too well that I would lie,

Beneath the worm eaten earth, when you part.

You beckoned me like an evil temptation,

I was too dazed to halt,

Suspended my noisy rationale,

I was morbidly enthralled.

Time stopped in our darkened orb,

Our roses paler than bloodied thorns,

I gave in and called it love,

Adorned with desire your world forlorn-

Or so I felt.

Because the cold, dark night of our certitude,

Lay in the open all along,

Mocking at illusions of delight-

To you, I never belonged. 

You gouged out my spirit and,

Drops of life leaked away…

But delusions never fail me.

So I pledge to find another way-

To you.

Scribble Series #4

His art teacher handed him the corrected homework. There was a big red question mark and a comment at the end which read, “Please learn colours correctly.”

A five-year old confused Arun couldn’t understand what was wrong with the blue and purple trees, a brown sky and greyish flowers growing in blue bushes.

Not even when he examined the tiny strip of film negative for the third time- after all, it had been the source of his inspiration.