Night in shining armour

So, the Professor Scarfman Hat comes over to mine, we get friendly with "Mr. H" and voila, go into a creative outburst of candlelight and night. :) Here, have a look. :)

Lady of my dreams. :(

King of one/King of three

I am sitting here, wrapped up within the quilt of demand,
Opening a window, closing a door, counting to ten, whispering into her ears.

I am holding a red book in my left hand and a torch in my right,
Focussing on the wonderful places within the landscape of her fears.

I am writing three words on one line and five on the next,
Hoping to be heard, hoping to wash my sunrise with her tears.

That middle section in "Its in your eyes" still reminds me of you and the way you used to dance. The sweetest thing. :)

End

I quit my job today. "I hereby tender my resignation." is all my letter said. Life is too short for compromises. Bring on "Chapter New".

T3rcermillennium

Beauty is rare in a loveless world.

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I would like to have this music playing when I am on my deathbed. There you go, positivity for a Monday morning.
Wait till it explodes into a cathartic craze of violin squeals at 1min25secs. Too beautiful.

Things

Things are finally looking up. After a hard 5 months thanks to certain circumstances and certain people (who were also responsible for the best times), looks like there is some hope after all.

And on my continuing love for Christine Boyka Kluge I present "Guilt" -

I carry it room to room in a shoebox. Sometimes I lift the lid and breathe patterns into its fur. I inhale its perfume of musk and vinegar, wanting to understand it. I admit, I shake the box just to feel it roll side to side, angry at its silence. I can't resist drumming my nails against the cardboard, listening. It grows smaller and heavier. My arms ache from holding it.

I go to bed with the shoebox balanced on my chest, my hands clasped over the lid. My slowing heartbeat taps against its own, only cardboard between us. When sleep loosens my grip, it escapes. I'm startled awake by something cold crawling through my fingers. It gnaws through my skin, into my marrow, burrows deep into the dark place beneath my ribs. There is only one way I can lure it back into its box each morning. I place another scrap of my heart in its thimble-sized bowl.

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I also recommend you see the animated version of it here. I wrote to her telling her how much I am in love with her work. And she replied. Here is an excerpt from her email. Nice, no?

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Hello, Premjit --

Thanks for taking the time to send along such kind words. It is always a boost to know that one's work has affected someone else. I also try to acknowledge artistic efforts when I come across art that impresses me. I enjoyed taking a meandering tour of your sites, and appreciated the many forms your creativity takes, from poetry to filmmaking. (Great title: "Sky Behind Things.") The photographs were striking. No, I don't know The Rachels...I'll have to listen for them.

Arms of the snake

Because she has no arms,
she embraces him with her body,
crawls the distance of his flesh
like a light-starved vine.

Because she has no legs,
she coils through his thoughts,
like a root or a shadow
growing wild in his mind.

Because she has no words,
her tongue splits in anger.
She hisses in the dark,
shakes a rattle in his face.

Because he has no choice,
he bears both fang and kiss,
comes to crave her silver tourniquet,
savor venom in his veins.

Because she has no heart,
she sheds her skin to depart.
She exits through his fingers,
leaving only her empty sleeve.

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Christina Boyka Kluge

Aren't these so beautiful?

Circus

I am going to the circus today.
I have my red dress on. I have a big red smile.
I am so excited I am going to the circus today. I better not forget my big red nose.

I will remember how special you made me feel last year with the lovely Haiku book and origami paper. And I hope you will remember the little blossoming flower I made for you. x

I should stop listening to this music, its making me very emotional. :(

Kodak moment

Cute, no?
One on the left is me. :)

And lie in the bed you've made ophelia
Dry are the lips that lost their taste of love
Drown in the waters that would give you life
Cry as this lamentation thrusts its knife

In silence

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Jeff Martin. One day I will write music like this.

Cly

Closertoyou:)

Finally complete. Yet ongoing.

Nice?

Communication Arts Selection :)

So, the very very well known US graphic design publication Communication Arts has selected one of my projects to be featured in the Visual Typography May Issue. I am very excited. This is great news. Oh, the project they selected is Saraya Bay. Have a look in my portfolio if you are curious to know what it looks like. :)

And I am reading lines from the subliminal verses, connecting dots on a white sheet of paper, hanging onto the branches of a figtree, colouring the cryptic boxes and filling in the golden-section plazas, breathing into wide-open spaces and opening new oceandoors.

I am safe. Safer than before. :)

Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.:)

Seasick

The light dims, the cymbal rides on a constant beat
Its blue around the bar
A cat jumps into my lap
purrs
I look onto the ceiling
Its blue
I think I feel seasick

Paprika:)

Last night, you see?

Last night I slept / with the monster under my bed / Scratching myself against his rough fur / that was unexpectedly soft / He bit what was a painful pleasure / and we snore the bed in two / Now that I'm awake I feel nothing / besides my hair growing.

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Daniel Dee