Lucky# 53

sitting idle with a pack of cards in my hands
counting them all from 1 to 52
all of a sudden my eyes fell upon #53
people know it by the name of mr joker

then suddenly i felt my soul overtaken
and my mind speaking the words of someone else

"you may be the queen of hearts
and your friends may be the other 3
you may even find your own king of spades
may also find the jack who lays the red carpet for you
you may find god in the aces of different religions
and people may know you just by the look of your face

but no one ever knows the #53
switching the places, the faces and the voices of all the 52 of them
playing the king, the queen or the jack
or any other fuckin number in the pack

you may be broken or even may be stolen
you may switch hands, but you will never loose your colour
while i come in the picture, in the hands of the gamblers
only as a switch-bitch make-shift torniquet

they may be worthless, but all of them have a colour
and they all are counted, adding upto 52
but when they are broken or lost in the change of seasons
it is time for me, mr joker #53
and as i come in to play their part in the game of cards
the one, people knew as the joker, has the last laugh at last"

i tried to comeback to my former self
tried to make me believe that this is all a dream
then i re-found myself holding a mirror
all this time thought it to be card #53

For whom there is a world beyond this world...Going Home

this is my time. but it is going to stop.
this is my space. but it is shrinking.
this is my world. but I will have to leave.
this is my life. but it is going to end.

don't treat me like a dog, even though i am. give me my time, my space, my world.
give me back my life, if you can.
you cant take my time as i cannot take ours.it will just flow and flow.
you cant take away my space as none of it is yours.
you cant take away my world as i'm gifting it to god.
you can take my life, but not my soul.it will fly high and high into the open sky.

i want to re-live all of the little time i had on my own once again.
the first time i saw the light...god's grace...the first foot i set on the mother earth...the smell of it...the first time i could feel the energy flow in my veins...but all these not for long...there i can feel a pain, deep in my bones...felt like the first call from home...and it comes and haunts me everyday...my belief of this earth as my home is slowly fading as i am pulled in this dark quicksand...my home...the calls, what were a whisper once, are becoming louder and louder day by day...i can hear them in the dark...see them in the broad daylight...

i close my eyes...the fears disappear...i feel of flying over a thousand seas...no distant shore can be seen...but no...at last i can see the shore...a place, green forever, no pain, no hate, no fight for survival...

for the last time i want to feel the pain which is going to leave me now...
as i am leaving...going home...

time it has stopped.
space is a point.
world is far.
am i dead?

no, i am home.

hmmm...a woman at last....

next night...tat was a saturday...finished my work early...thought of a woman...how about Dolores...of Cranberries fame...the cover art of 'are u listening' was good...was a nice pose...i thought...tried not to do an exact with the face...maybe could not...but the posture...came up with this...

after tat the breakfast at CCD was good...but burned up all of it within mins...as the bike was again not listening to me...not giving me a headstart...20 mins gone...it sounded like before...for daarubhai though...after a bad day at office...he was

kind of expecting it...but as the saying goes...alls well tat ends well...

Mystic...Johhny...

2 days gone...life's never been such borin before...even my bike was not listening to me...came back to office at night...i was so fucked off and reluctent...tat had my work messed up...fuck...now wat??#$%...had 2 hrs time to clean up the shit...old friend gyani was to the rescue...together we...after a long time actualy we did some RND...cleaned up my mess...tried to do a Ozzy it sucked...then old johhny gave me the call...tried my hands...not really good enough though...but still...oh by the way...after helplin me out..little gyani was in a mess..so he really didn't find the time and mind to take a good look at it...

Intensity

next month EST hours continues...
well...clint eastwood has been one of my all time favs...the whole day was spent watchin 3 of his movies only...comin back to office...the old burning desire was surely driving me mad...had to draw something which had intensity...tried my hands at his one...

old....wise?

another day in EST...night was creepin in slowly in india...i asked abhishek..."hey, gimme some idea on what todraw"..,prompt came the answer..."dickhead"...now tats quite a subject...just a few days back watched some rated movie whose director surely must have had the same subject on mind when he shot tat one...went over to abhishek to vividly describe its detailed screenplay...came back...wat to draw???...and a ha...old man...hows tat...sketched a few of them earlier...now this one...

again comics...and ghostrider...

there is this old buddy of mine...mandar... who's crazy about animation and comics...together we are the proud owners of the animation series of batman, spiderman, he-man and lots more...and along with that, loads of comics...i was back at my hometown...iron-man had just released...we had this talks on the actual character as in marvel comics and then we slowly moved on to ghostrider...i was back at my place...the noon was spent watching the movie ghostrider...3rd time i watched it...sleepin and dreamin like crazy...then comin back to office i thought...there a lot of spare time today why not spend some time on RND...and so i found out this great site...tonymooreillustration.com...the guy an amazing artist...and this sketch of ghostrider was the result...i really loved the way he stood tall...reminded me of old clint eastwood of the west...