When I was four, I painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my dad’s big party.
said he, “you do nothing right”
“now, get out of my sight”
When he was four, my son painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my carefully planned party.
“continue, son”, said I, “though it sucks”
“your modern art will sell for big bucks”.
Entries from May 2007
Modern Art
May 24th, 2007 · 9 Comments · Poetry
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My poem at blogchaat
May 24th, 2007 · 1 Comment · Poetry
Blogchaat is a great site that promotes good writing (could be poems, short stories, travelogues - anything) mainly from the Indian blogosphere. They just posted my first poem today, check it out here. The site contains more than 200 posts and is a good step in promoting good writing.
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A beautiful sketch
May 20th, 2007 · 2 Comments · Uncategorized
Inspired by the characters in tamil historical novels, my friend yogalakshmi made the following sketch (posted here with her permission). Isn’t it beautiful?
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