green leaves with dead branches trying to carry little life left in veins in summer noon on dried grounds an endurance to survive when source has died, yellow leaves turning brown falling one by one like a slow farewell gathering at last in the corner to mourn a loss so excruciating to big banyan tree on it’s root the graveyard of his leaves, soon enough after thunderstorm damp days arrived to rescue beings those newly born robin and its friends nearby who made abode on dead leaves a silky bed to provide comfort an occasion of joy to swinging branches proudly cheering the leaves they departed.
On 60×60 cm canvas with acrylic paint.Pantomime
unfurled in the green lush with open eyes making sense to the faces who looked different than the one I felt with my finger tips whose softness smelled with colors from high summer to cozy winter wrapped in her chest all warmth of love carried me to the chilling ocean breeze of meadow where I understood to define life blitzed with paints an ordinary story while heart longs to place unknown a mighty desert with spiky cactus Oh shimmering western Texas.
threshold of severity when lived on the edge survival was only instinct to thrive among wolves under starry night and freezing wind shiver gave when chills to marching victory of tribe once against each other in the battle ground new enemies in the crowd to earn their mark without the instinct to fight along fathers and mother bid adieu to their sons young and old perseverance and endurance as their armour risen the noble midst of sufferings who stood strong and firm to their words as the moment arrived great were defied though crying sheep followed the instinct.
the busy street across my house always occupied with young and old winter or summer, rain and sun some stop by for a chit chat a weather gossip or just last purchase. the busy street across my house rich or poor they take same path and all in rush to reach their homes. the busy street across my house sometimes a theater, sometimes playground offers it services without any rewards a barren bed at night under starlights becomes coffee lounge for shop nearby the busy street across my house has just one name.
wait, wake up, get ready turn right, pause for minutes let go after you they say carpe diem but it's just another hustle of the mess created celebrated from many as in retrospect to cover those trail leading to nowhere an infinite loop running on the script programmed on Macintosh migrated with bug to my windows where I am cleaning and rebooting in an attempt to save the dying body of silicon merged with intelligence in a virtual world.