Tietgen chill

The dance of the modern in the arms of the antiquated. Wandering in the concrete colosseum, amongst lamp standards, keyboards, glass frames, panes and light. 

Jailed in chords  

Eureka !

Lamp standards and chords

Multidimensional simplicity I

The distortion of foliage, through the looking glass.

The Wright to fly

Turtle migration, the density of the concrete jungle 

There's nothing interesting on tele these days. Has there ever been ? Reflections of the self in the panorama of tele culture.

The bewilderment of the shadows

The symmetry of imperfection

Inanimate life in still shades 

Jørgens metaphysical reflections. Suicidal thoughts

The twilight kiss

Dicing the shadows of the twilight.

Six shades of simplicity

Granted

 Chasing the setting sun.

Planet B

There is no planet B (I)

There is no planet B (II)

In tune with the rebel martians.

Tietgen's colosseum I

Entering the arena 

The dance of the setting sun.

The concrete Amazon I

The concrete Amazon II

Somewhere between the sun and the neon light

A poem written in the haze and maze of urban craze. To the sights, shapes and sounds that form my reality comes my benediction.


Take me to the pitch of night
Yonder where skies part and bluebirds take flight.
Wake me from these staccato dreams
Shuddering, plundered, ripped from their seams
For in this bliss of Eden lie no truths, just sweetness and light
Through the looking glass I peered
Upon a portal, dim, dwindled and veneered
The revolution be not mine if dance I may not
Waylaid, wanted, villified by the pitch of Camelot.

Songs in the key of life

From labour day celebrations to blistering basement babble, from London town sentiments to fancy futurism and glass jungles, beeps, peeps, groove and swerve alike. May has begun with a crack and a spark, the zenith of the spring dawn, alive and aflame.

Dans mon jardin

Sometimes it seems as if the story of Adam and Eve was not merely a bygone tale from afar, but rather an everyday reality that manifests itself most evidently with every passing day. Earth or the world as we face her is a garden of Eden, perennially green and perennially adorned with lush, light and love and nourished with a sense of quintessential mastery. Man and Woman are the characters in this purlieus, a pair of anomalies in the natural world. Free will and the ability to rationalise are the emotional tools with which they wander wistfully into the world beyond. These are both their vices and vexations as well as they are gems and glistening pearls. The forbidden fruit is scientific “advancement”- our reckless desire to satisfy our curiosity and the consequent inability to pursue a means of soliciting good instead of pursuing comprehending the passing of the wind. With rationalisation comes ignorance and disbelief, a betrayal of instinct and an urge for falsehood in the name of clothing. Clothing here is not merely the desire to baffle, please, dominate and deny through ones attire. On a meta plane, the desire to clothe oneself is a tailored intent to mask the truth, to run from instinct by controlling and filtering it through the fabric of garment.

Far from the maddening crowds and whistling winds

She lies. Vexed perplexed, A maze in a haze in sins

The falling petals of spring’s candescence brush gently upon her skin

Radiant like the swerve of a swan on still waters

Subtle to the touch, their bloom is the subject of sheer bewilderment,

Their benediction to the warmth beyond, a well-hidden jest,

Oh how flirtatiously they do twist and dance with the whistling wind

The falling rays of noon’s subtlety kiss her flush cheeks gently and sedate

Poignant like the twisted tips of jaded winter twigs

Serene in being, their fleeting movements evoke a stare, a stun, a wonder

The purlieus is drenched in peace, draped in quietude

Steadfast against the blue beyond, the encroaching constant of the pitch

In this bliss of Eden there are no truths, just sweetness and light.

Easter Extravaganza

It's Easter and the canvas before us is draped in the kaleidoscope of spring's radiant colours and energy. The first eager bloomers have emerged from the shadows of the bygone winter, blossoming vividly with the smiling sun and the soft earth reverberates with the excitement of renewed fertility; a resonance that portends prospect and pleasantness in the wake of the impending summer. Happy Easter !