Speak up Your MIND

This year has been different, clearly very different than the other years. It has not been an easy one though, but clearly one of those on which one can look back, reflect oneself and smile back to life. Among many things canvas , hope , love and growth are key words for 2015. But, the most important one is dreams , those colorful dreams that I have been missing for a while. Dare to dream, dare to act - bring it on 2016!! Wish you all a great year ahead..  I remind myself, what is gone Will remain as a memorial for us to see And I stand, I pray, I salute and I sing An ode to the year that just passed by! PS: the painting is ode to the year, depicting dreams- colorful ones :), highly inspired by M atisse and Picasso´s work on cubism, and oh how i enjoy drawing shapes :)

Rabindranath Tagore has always been my favourite writer from indian literature. His simple yet powerful poems have always facinated me. This painting is my interpreration of his poem "Unending Love" and a tribute to a great poet. I will leave you all with the original poem by Tagore Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, Its ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for a

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep? -John Keats (Ode to a Nightingale)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -Shakespeare

The scent of the soil After a quick monsoon rain Heart longs for it Across the thousand miles The scent of my own soil!!

Ground beneath my feet - shook Buildings above my head - crumbled Heart in between - cried But hopes above all - rose #NepalWillRise PS: this painting has quite a strange interpretation, its trying to potray hope in a very simple way...when an egg breaks if worked out properly it can turn into an awesome omelette #Hopes

A sixth sense guides him Beyond darkness. An Inner voice says when, Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’ll tell you when.

One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved. Came, to give to my songs, melodies, To give to my dreams, sweetness. - Rabindranath Tagore [ http://allpoetry.com/One-Day-In-Spring.... ]

Please listen, try to hear what I'm not saying Coz, I wear a mask, a thousand masks Afraid to take off and none of them is me Coz, inside me lays piles of burning faces! http:// peedus-erimihg.blogspot.pt/ 2010/09/life-in-mask.html