LIFE OF A SCIENTIFIC IDEA

Fantasy becomes Fiction ,
Fiction becomes Future ,
Future becomes Fact ,

Facts get Forgotten,

Forgotten Fact becomes Folklore ,
Folklore becomes Fiction ,
Fiction becomes Fantasy !

The chase ...

Riding the stallions n running the race,
holding the reins n keeping the pace ;
spanking the flanks n grabbing the manes,
we rode across meadows n the country lanes;


got a whiff of pollen n I looked around ,
and lost self in the heaven that I found ;
the moment painted me a whole new life ,
green of farms n breaths without strife ;

found what to ask as a wish my last ,
I smiled a dream n rode again fast ;


then i rode through myriad towns n seasons ,
survived several times of honour n treasons ;

when fates raged,lost some n others i won ,
finally,sat on throne n cherished the crown ;


then a day i remembered a wish n picked up a ride ,
then i went back and visited that country side ;
the village was no more ,but a small town ,
so in the race of life ,the time again won ;

the lily of a day faded away n didn't last, 

got etched in timeline as a point in the past;

Silence

birds fly up high in the heaven
while fish take refuge deep in the sea
we hear the laments of the heaven
but the ocean weeps silently underneath


blessed are those who have voice
for they can cry out their heart
but suffer only the voiceless
burdened, damp ,cold and dark

ArtAttack: Defiance

ArtAttack : Mute observer

ArtAttack: A flame in wind

This is my first experiment with color pencils..... although I personally admire the black and white version of the portrait more.

Keep the fire burning !

when you stand in dark and look for the dawn,

when woods are dark and destinations unknown,

when you travel lonely and bare under the sky,

when you aspire for stars in the heavens high,

when you stand on shore facing rising waves,

when you feel let down in a battle of braves,

when you look for meaning in a world of chaos,

when you are uncertain of the path you chose,

when stakes are high and chances not good,

when plans don't materialize as they should,

when situations are grim and the omens bad,

when your body is weak and the soul is sad,

when the ship is wrecked and the sails are torn

when the mast is broken and the ropes are worn

when the rudder is jammed and the hull is weak

when the deck is ablaze and the cannons speak

when the enemy marches and the ground shakes

when the clouds thunder and the moon awakes

when the spirits are gloomy and the men few

when the weapons are rusted and the faces new

when mountains breathe fire and the earth splits

when the heavens shake and the lightening whips

when the sea stands up and the winds cry

when the clouds laugh and the lands go dry

when the life seems long and the past untrue,

when your head spins fast as old memories brew,

when the hours race past as you stand still,

when stories unfold with wishes unfulfilled,

when you ask yourself your action's worth,

when you dig inside for answers to unearth,

when you seek something but you don't know what,

when your mind can't analyse the tremor in heart ,

well ,look to the horizon as twilight spreads,

soon apollo will smile as the darkness sheds,

now the night is dead and the day will start

so just carry on forth with courage in heart,

why? because ....

Some days are bright yellow, Some are dark grey.
Some days hail in december, Some bloom in may.
But when it all ends, and finally I lay.
It will be glad to know, that I smiled all my way,It will be glad to know, that I smiled all my way ...

The wounded dove

Greed and pride flared somewhere in the wild,

that night humanity lost its only dear child;

A fire ran, divided the whole known world,

and seas got leaped and lands got engulfed;

winds blew and carried it across nations' lines,

towns and cities burned,beyond a thousand miles;

ballads and legends glorified several of the braves,

who fought for cause and then slept in their graves;

still many unsung songs were never heard again,

for these chimes just died in their own iron chains;

childhood faded and beauty withered,

science corrupted and art shuddered;

sympathy choked and justice gagged,

and conscience died as life begged;

a bullet was fired and a cannon thundered,

an army marched and a village crumbled;

a husband was shot and a son was lost,

a wife cried and a mother sought;

story of each battle ran along same path,

and each left behind a terrible aftermath;

still the war raged and dined on human souls,

lives became numbers and got counted in tolls;

martyrs were redefined as the victors who died,

legends were retold and the history got scribed;

the fire died out with the humanity's last sigh,

and left victims to brood on the answer to "why"?