Sunday, September 19, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Bhimsen Joshi

One of the Indian classical music Greats (Click on image to enlarge)

Monday, August 2, 2010

Pencil (3HB) - A Horse in the Meadow


This is a pencil sketch. The sketch has been retouched a bit as far as the brownish tinge is concerned in Picasa Photo editor.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A poem by W.B. Yeats

His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?'

All his happier dreams came true -
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'

The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'