Illustration Friday..."Creature"

Creatures of habit,

Creatures of customs, traditions and routine,

Interwoven into us forever,

No longer human, just a machine.

Illustration Friday ...."Entangled"

Entangled

...past and present...

...now and then...

...if and but...

....how and why...

Illustration Friday ..."Moustache"

"mooch" 

Hindi for moustache.

Regal, intimidating, prestigious, powerful

yet

whimsical and playful

Illustration Friday ..."Lush"

Lush and glorious  

rise above the muddy water

like the lotus in bloom.

Illustration Friday ... "Power"

A very awkward attempt at digital drawing

Illustration Friday ...."Hybrid"

Hybrid - The Farmer Tree

Rooted to his soil,

He stays forever,

Indebted, exploited, helpless.

Illustration Friday ..."Jungle"

Jungle of  Dreams

In the depths of my mind,

Ideas and thoughts sublime,

Suspended in a mysterious realm,

Is my Jungle of Dreams.

Illustration Friday ..."Protest"

Raise a hand in protest

For the follies we make,

We have no one to blame, 

......but Nature.

The Uttarakhand floods - North India - A man made disaster.

http://edition.cnn.com/2013/06/25/world/asia/india-floods-development/index.html

Illustration Friday..."Urban"

Walls and rooms,

Rooms and walls,

High and low,

Small and tall,

Stacked in a huddle,

Part of an urban muddle.

Illustration Friday...."Swim"

Here is an illustration I did for a beautiful children's story..."The lost city under the Sunder Sagar"
The story was inspired by the tsunami of 26th December 2004 which hit the south east coast of India, causing widespread devastation.
Written by my friend Khursheed Gimi, it remains one of my favourite works.

Illustration friday..."Eye Glasses"

Mahatma Gandhi

To look through the eye glasses of a remarkable man,

Will I see the world as he did?

Illustration Friday ...."Yesterday"

Just like yesterday,

I picked my crayons.

Just like before,

I drew the Red Fort.

But this one will never be as stunning,

as the Red Fort I drew when I was five.

 

Illustration Friday "Storm"

Monsoon clouds gather,

 The mist like a feathery coat,

gently caresses the edge of the hill.

 Beyond, the peaks melt,

Into the dense gray sky,

As sheets of rain fall.

 I peer through the glass windows,

Of the little Red Room.

Note:  A memory from my childhood - The little Red Room is the smallest room with a magnificent view at "Beaconsfield", a wooden house nearly 150 years old from the British period in the Hill town of Dalhousie.The house stands atop a hill and boasts of 11 large rooms, however the quaint and cosy Red Room is the place to sit with a cup of warm tea and gaze upon the mountains as the storm clouds gather.

Illustration Friday..."Wheel"

The potter at his wheel,

Spins a slender dream,

Like a tune or a song,

A bit of clay takes form,

Stretching and turning,

Spinning and curling,

A work of art is born.

Illustration Friday..."Wings"

Pristine wings,

 Champa flowers on a string,

A fragrance so enticing,

Woven into the fabric of my dreams,

Forever inviting.....me to soar supreme.

Illustration friday... "New"

 Women of India..

Let's hope for the New,

Let's ask for a better tomorrow,

For a better world,

For me and for you.

In memory of the brave young 23 year old gang rape victim 

who succumbed to her horrific injuries and stirred a nation.