Lechers United

We are a nation of lechers...mostly! So that way if you aren't one...you should not take this personally...or should you.!!!? I am not a lecher...honest (PEOPLE!!!...saying this is not the same as saying 'I ....am....hic....not drunk...hic... after 5 drinks...or was that less) Well, when I say I am not a lecher...I mean it. I am worse. I stay silent when I witness lechery. But what can I do ...right??? Its everywhere I go...every second thing I hear... but its not that it doesn't bother me...it does...a great deal... I get angry...my temperature rises... that I can say because I can feel the blood throb in temples...I grind my jaws...and then... I look away ...c'mon ...don't judge me as yet... I feel helpless... I have tried reforming people indulged in this, people I knew and people that I did not...

I am 'uncool' because of this. It makes me 'not very like able' to my peers... I'm glad. I think about this need to lech and where the urge originates from... haven't figured that one out yet. But one thing I know for sure. It has to do something with lack of respect for people... okay...women, more precisely... I feel angry at these men and I pity the women who have to share their lives with such men under some social compulsion...I would want to be anything...but, their wives, daughters, sisters... Infact, I would not want to be 'any woman' around them...but I can say that and do nothing about it because I am a man...I have the benefit of mere contemplation and perception on this matter...but what about women who have to face this every single day...everywhere...I often wonder...do they think... ' I wish I wasn't a woman'...and I know this for sure...everytime I think, some woman is thinking that.. I think... 'I wish I wasn't a man'...and then I think...my inactivity is proof enough that I am not one in the first place (not a man in the 'conventionally defined ways of manhood atleast :) )...not to say that these women need my help or anybody else'...they aren't dependent on anybody to do anything for them...they have fared well so far...but would it be so bad...if they did have some kind of support system... or are we...'men' going to continue to be 'Lechers United'...a union of those who lech and those who do nothing about it....just the thought of sharing that space...suffocates me...the choice is simple...breathe or die...the action that should follow the choice...isn't. It takes courage to stand up and stay there...courage I hope I have someday...

'All Men Are Dogs'... If Only That Was True.

Call me a dog and I will roll over with joy...maybe even fetch your newspaper...but put that word along with the dog's two-legged not so friendly friend and I have major major issues with it (not that anyone gives two hoots about what I have issues with :))

I stand up today, in defense of the dogs that have been, for centuries, subjected to this totally uncalled for and baseless accusation...of being compared to 'Men'. Now, maybe, it is my limited understanding but I would hazard an assumption, that most feminists or rather liberals, in this regard are quite clear that 'men' and 'women' are two separate terms...now don't draw out your clubs as yet...I mean terms...as just that and not competency... We all know women are way superior to men... let me simplify...when someone says "all men are dogs"..it is understood that they mean ...men*...not people...not persons...but just men.... (I'm sure most of you are thinking...ofcourse it just means men! since when did men become competent enough to represent the entire race 'people'...like the term 'actors' stands for 'actors' of all sexes...the word 'men' does not have any such luck...and rightly so..

(* definition: those creatures with apparently two set of brains...out of which the first and primary set is automatically overridden by the secondary, but, more powerful one.)...

Coming back to the topic, once again, I am sorry I have a habit of wandering off mid sentences...yeah so where were we...yes!!! "All men are dogs".

I begin with saying..it is totally unfair... to the dogs...ofcourse... Men aren't half as capable and have done absolutely nothing to deserve any sort of reference along side such noble beasts of impeccable character.

I mean...come to think of dogs...what is the first thing that comes to one's mind when we say 'dogs'???...faithful, companion, cute, honest, obedient...??? I am guessing, once again, that most of the adjectives that I have mentioned...most of you would agree with...why then place such noble beings with someone as repulsive as 'men'!!!

Hmmm...does that habit of 'men' chasing 'skirts' have anything to do with this rather harsh (on the dogs ofcourse) and forced metaphor? maybe... I can't be sure..because I don't see much logic backing that one up as well...dogs chase anything!!!

Aah!!! now it dawns upon me...it is the 'men specific' habit to go after anything and everything!!! This could be the reason...yes...! But then, if that is the reason...what are we...and here...'we', I believe would consist of women, because logic would suggest 'All men are dogs' is a statement that most women would make, as compared to men... (again an assumption) forgive me if I am wrong...so back to the point...If considering most women use this statement, then what are they in effect trying to say? The 'anything' that they chase, what is it in reality...isn't that 'anything' a human being that is being referred to? So when we dismiss a human being as 'anything'...what does it really say about the ones who say it...?

These issues are way beyond me...I am thinking out aloud...most of it doesn't make sense...even to me...

So...till the time I try and figure this one out...

To all the men out there :Be good...be obedient...fetch the newspaper...be good on your evening walks...know that the leash is always there...if you misbehave.... Earn the right of being compared to a dog!!!

To all the women out there: Please don't insult the dogs...men haven't earned it yet..they need to be further tamed...and disciplined.

What Age?!

The Origin

Blind Faith

Contrast Manifestations

Mind(E)Scape

Moon Lit

Arrivals & Departures

Sky Canvas

The 'Sacred' Gift

Brain Dead

Bittersweet

Solitude

Life - Lines

Grimace

"The Vultures" - A Salute to Mr. Vijay Tendulkar

Taken from the novel titled "The Vultures" by Mr. Vijay Tendulkar. Loved it. Had to sketch it...cheers...cyril

Nirvana

The Face

Warmth

Don't know if it captures the thought i had or even the title that i have given to this one...cheers...cyril

Art of ........

Hey...saw a similar image on the net...was not a sketch or a painting or anything...i guess was a thing made on photoshop or something...tickled me a bit...' I have to sketch this'... i thought... and here it is ...cheers...cyril

Temptations & Bliss

Have tried to sketch and capture just that...the question is...what is right? what is wrong? what is a sin? what is immoral? If there is a yardstick...what is it...how is it applied...I don't have the answers...just a few thoughts and lots of questions...cheers...cyril

Nightmares

This one is called 'Nightmares'... I am sure we have all had them... I hate explaining my sketches...but would love to hear your interpretation of them...cheers...cyril

Respect the Form

A few of my sketches...some are shades from my thoughts...some I have seen somewhere and have sketched to convey what that image meant to me...hope you enjoy them...as much as I have sketching them... cheers...cyril

Whistling Woods

Whistling woods, possessed trees,

Unhappy spirits travel ling from stone to stone,

Distorting their face with tears and rains from up above,

Distracted, unreal you feel, till a sorrowful soul catches your eye,

Bleeding emptiness in a dark, scary corner,

Whimpered that love killed it, when it passed away,

A heart once he lived in, called itself unfortunate and haunted.

Untimely death, he lived after dying to pay for the crimes, the debt,

To rid of the suffocation, beyond any imagination, melting will,

Bleeding emptiness in a dark scary corner…..

Rendezvous...was never scripted

The restless lines on my bed share my story,
The dampness on my pillow speak my language,
It is pouring when I see outside my window and its raining fire on the inside, where I can’t look anymore,
An unwanted feeling gaining roots, an unwanted organ like, prominent in the harm its doing,
Tear it away it screams, tear it away they scream, the lines on my bed and the dampness on my pillow,
Can’t, I am unable to, I am trying, I am sweating, feels like a nightmare, only it is real,
Wake up, wake up, open your eyes I say, I plead, I can’t, I am unable to, only that my eyes are already open,
Questions in my mind perturbing me, find the answers, uncover the answers, please, please find them they beg, only that none exist,
Make this night end, let the sun break out, make it end, carve it out, please, please, they beseech, they implore on their knees, I can’t, I am unable to, only a rendezvous for the night and day was never scripted,
They share my story; speak my language, the restless lines and the dampness…

Man Weather

For once the weather feels like me,
A dusty storm with a shower of rain,
It is lost and frustrated,
Injured and wild,
It is strong and crying,
Anger inside to blow away homes,
But caring enough to fight the scorn,
A struggle raging in its heart, silently creeping up,
A quiet build up that will burst into thunders, any moment now,
But instead it keeps staring with its iron gaze,
It has to pour; it has to cry tears through rain tonight,
But it holds it up and gives no signs,
As the world fearfully watches it brazenly brushing past,
People now gradually easing as it seems to calm down,
But it silently rages inside, the world unaware as it shows no signs,
Smirking it passes by but hiding the teary eyes,
For once the weather feels like me,
This is to what it has come,
A mirror image is what I have become….

Cracked mirrors and empty houses…

Cracked mirrors and empty houses…
Searching for someone who has left long ago…
Looking for footprints….
Thinking which way to go…
Broken bridges and mountains to climb…
Buried long ago yet digging deep to find…
Untended roads…talking, shouting…till I turn hoarse…
None to listen and none to reason…
Leaking roofs sharing the grief…
Letting the sun in
This room filled with emptiness and no one…
Party to my sin…
Torn spirits and low on patience…
Losing life, losing the essence…
Looking for a new opening…
Anticipating…
Sleepless just to rise…
Mirrors and homes and bridges and roads all come at a price…
Looking forward to it…
Still sleepless just to rise…

Monster Flight

an ugly monster you have been

changing faces and changing names

to remain unnoticed

to remain untouched

lied at will

cried to hide

kept silent and spoke out loud

all was the call of the time

a staged drama

a farce personified

took care to be pampered

was cajoled and loved

all the while

scheming in the darkness

sharpening your fangs and claws

sweet smile

deceptive smile

feeding the monster inside

keeping it alive

you are not for real

you, the only one who knows it

have been putting up a flawless show

you would say the truth aloud

and still only the untruth would be believed

an ugly monster you have been

and you the keeper and the master

controlled its rage

kept it hidden in a cage
monster of masks you have been

monster of many names and feelings

a monster of manipulation

but I know it's now hurting inside

the monsters’ gotten bigger than you

and is twisting and turning inside you f

or its outward flight

can’t take it any longer

i can see

you have become the monster

the monster once controlled by thee

an ugly monster you have been

one of its kind

but left out and the only one

mighty strong

self destructive and blind

too far into the path of being this monster

an ugly monster you have been

the keeper of the secrets

not desired any more

but you have been cursed

as a monster

to always be buried under the floor

an ugly monster you have been

and one you shall always be

no outward flights and angelic sights

an ugly monster destined

this day

by you

shall never be seen
An ugly monster you have been…

Stolen Colours

I feel this pain that is indescribable; it tears right through me…my skin and bones…
My naked soul exposed to the world, tormented and tired, grieving and crying…
Nothing I do makes it heal…no amount of nursing makes it smile…
I identify with corners, dark and dusty ones…the corners of a home in which even memories have quit to reside…
Alone it roams, alone it floats from room to room from one moment of time to the other…
Followed by the burden it took on itself…now bent under its own weight…
It is getting too heavy…to look up…eyes too hazy to recognize colors…
Everything around seems to be painted in black and white and grey…no light escaping through…
No prism of glass to break it into a spectrum…to fill these dark dusty corners with the seven colors of a rain bow…
The bones are white…the soul is grey… the skin is pale and the tears are colorless…
Alone floating from room to room from one moment of time to the other…
Spirit and zeal vanishing in vapors…the colors evaporating in a hurry…only the warmth of the tears on my face and the chill of the bones keep acquaintance with me now…
The soul dying a thousand deaths…the colorless being pushed into an abyss…
Dark and deep like the dusty corners…floating from one moment to the other…
Being tormented further and further….