Apocalypse #digitalart #poetry

Night will be over and morning will come,
The sun will rise, the lotus will open.
While the bee trapped inside was thinking such,
An elephant came along and stomped it up.

#apocalypse #micropoetry

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There is a world #digitalart

flat landscape

there is a world

quite not like ours

there is a place

that provokes our wildest imaginations

where dawn breaks with a birdsong

and rainbows smile with a million colors

dreamland

promised land

it has many names

yes, there is a world

or so I have heard

but I’d like to be there someday

someday

SOME day

let’s hope it’s worth all the wait

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Book Cover (Speculative): Shadow Rising

Designed a speculative book cover after a long time. Had so much fun, it left me wondering why I don’t do it more often!

The smoke could do with more work, I think. It’s far from the finished work. But I’m fairly satisfied with the overall manipulation of the hand, so I wanted to share with you all.

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It’s still a work in progress, so, as always, any feedback would be most welcome. 🙂

Perception (You Don’t Know Everything)

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There is a popular lore in our culture.

My father told it to me in my early childhood.

But I hadn’t grasped its true value until he repeated it a few days ago.

It goes like this (very shortly):

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There is a man lying on a chautara (a cement platform built under the shade of a tree for travelers to rest), eyes closed.

Some time later, a drunkard happens to pass by the man.

He sees the lying man and smirks. “Hah! What a waste!” he says. “Could have waited for the nightfall, at least!” He clicks his tongue and passes.

After the drunkard, comes a great sage.

He observes the man and says out loud, “Behold! The great one. Unperturbed in his meditation!” He bows before the lying man and passes on.

A while later, a common village doctor arrives at the chautara.

He looks at the lying man and, nervously, looks around. “Poor man! Must have fainted from heat, and no one’s around to help him! I hope he’s not dead!”

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There is another popular story that sends out a similar message, and I’m sure you must have read it.

It’s titled “Blind Men and the Elephant” and there are many versions of it. Here’s John Godfrey Saxon’s version.

The message of both these stories are simple yet priceless.

Our interpretation of the world depends largely upon our life experiences, our sense of perception.

So the next time, before you reach to an absolute conclusion, think it over from all angles.

Remain open to the idea that you do not know everything.

No one does.

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Each culture has its own lore that is built to impart moral values to children. Sometimes, we tell such stories but fail to impart the essential moral.

If your culture has such unique lores and you can find a link to it, I invite you to share! It would be enlightening to read them. 🙂

Thanks!

 

 

He Does What He Does

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There is a shadow

Lurking forever behind

Waiting for right Time

 

He listens to none

And seeks no one’s permission

He does what he does

 

Who can put him off?

Not you, not me, not the God

He does what he does

 

Think of him your foe

Or make him your greatest friend

He does what he does

 

He makes you live life

To its fullest, and not less

He does what he does

 

He is harbinger

Of death, pain, and departure

He does what he does

 

He is a teacher

Of life, and living it right

He does what he does

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(Today’s post is dedicated to one of the most beloved member of our family, whom we sadly lost today… we’ll always remember you…)

Anthem of the Pretentious

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I am a God

I am a Sage

I am the void

I am space

I am the need

I am the pain

I am the greed

I am insane

I am the con

I am the law

I am perfection

I am the flaw

I see the winds

I hear the light

I speak in colors

I taste the sight

I am beginning

I am the end

I am them all

So long as I pretend

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This is one of my earlier posts, revisited with the scribble.