Saturday, August 21, 2010

Humble (the morning poem)



10- Oct- 2009, 8:34am


As the first yellow ray
of sunshine
glimmers on a strand
of a golden straw of a thatched house,
a new born baby yawns
to new born day,
as the first wisp of smoke
from a mud house
makes its way to join the clouds,
as a mother and wife
rattles pots and pans
to feed her family.
As a proud man wakes up
to nurse his blisters in hands
and washes himself up in
a sputtering tap,
I write this poem for you.



chirag Bangdel

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

....but human....

Okay, I admit I am blogging after a long time. Perhaps I didn’t have anything to record or report to my friends. Well I realize that I have quite a few friends who added themselves to the list of “followers”. Perhaps that’s the blogging term – “followers”. I am not too fond of it. Makes blogging sound like a cult or religion.
I have hardly done anything substantial after my last solo exhibition. Just a few sketches and small paintings. I have finally started working on a book, a project that I have been planning for a long time. But like I say….I just started. It’s an ambitious project and once on I will be very busy. I have a lot of things happening in my head….but until they come to materialize, they don’t mean a thing do they?
When you get things going….is that growth? Is that progress? What do I plan for now? Another concept? Another series of concepts? Another perspective to creativity and art? Another reason for art? Another reason to art or of art? Where do I go from there? Why should art have a reason? Why should art have a concept? Why should art have so many things to worry about? God just creates the rainbow, He never worries about the reason for it!
Yes, so I need to plan again, for my form of expression. Have an exhibition. Maybe write the books that I have been planning. But then what next? Is that what life is all about? Aiming for goals and objectives….working hard to reach them and acquire them. And once you are there….nothing happens. You have done it and that’s it.
And yet I struggle each day to find me a concept. To find me a muse. To find something that no one has never found before. I struggle, I worry. And then I create only to use it all and then to seek all over again.
Life always has two perspectives. One, you make plans and goals and work hard to achieve them and in the process be content. Or two, be content and happy with what you have.
There….that’s my blog for today!