You start from scratch and play a note don’t know where this one ends and where the next one goes. You’ve built a fortress in your head, complete with cannons and a moat. Epics and odysseys swim in your eyes, and orchestras play symphonies in your toes. You imagine a Rube Goldberg machine catapulting thought-shapes … Continue reading Re(de)fine
Category: When Art Inspires Poetry
Shadows and Songs
You cover yourselfwith a hundred suns,swim in their light.You wonderif these pins of lightare one too manyor one too few,if you could switch off one of themor if you could tear one from your sleeveand toss it back into the distancewhere you see your shadow explode,where dreams fly out of your ribcagebefore they touch the … Continue reading Shadows and Songs
The colours in your fog while you run through it
So taking off from my last poem, I've decided to do a series of poems inspired by Pink Floyd album covers. The poems may resonate with the concept of the album itself (I'll try) or may not.Here's a poem inspired by the cover of arguably the band's best album. . . The colours in your … Continue reading The colours in your fog while you run through it
If for a day
So some thoughts have been circling in my head for a while, looking at the nature of discussions over the internet, and a few that I have been part of. Putting them down in this poem, nothing radical, and perhaps not too poetic, just getting it out of my head. This cover of Pink Floyd's … Continue reading If for a day
Revisit
So here's another collab with Swati Singh. You can check out the earlier collaboration here, and do check out her Instagram page. I'm also open to collaborate with other forms of art. If you have some visual art - a photograph / illustration / sketch / painting or anything else you like - and would … Continue reading Revisit
Fragile Kaleidoscopes
So I recently did a collab with the talented Swati Singh. Here’s her abstract artwork and my poem inspired by it. Do visit her Instagram page to see more of her brilliant work. Fragile Kaleidoscopes There’s not a colour I haven’t tastedfrom all the ones that you breathe out.There’s not a single mefrom all the … Continue reading Fragile Kaleidoscopes