Sangam, 2025
Oil, 28×36 in
Rs 40 lakhs
Red gowned, into Dahlia-Town,
Evening steps in.
Gold faced and welcoming,
The crowd claps all around.
– Bolbul
Free Hippily, 1993
Oil, 20×30 in
Rs 15 lakhs
Fluttering slipstream as days flowed,
Muslin light, balletic tip to toe,
Her breezy limbs caught a poet’s nose…
Picking a canvas he wrote –
I am a sucker for hips of rose.
– Bolbul
Heliophilous, 2021
Oil, 24×30 in
Rs 11 lakhs
Prolific in gardens of the Sun
Are roses curling… all golden.
To get them down as I did,
Facing wall close eyes
And let imagination… yearn!
– Bolbul
Aftertaste, 1993
Oil, 24×30 in
Rs 10 lakhs
The rose has left
For eyes, the aftertaste
Of chocolate.
– Bolbul
Kum Kumm, 2015
Oil, 20×30 in
Rs 10 lakhs
As clouds roll drums…
Bearing ‘rasa’ or coursing literary sentiments,
Two golden birds ride heavens…
Reminding of Kalidas or Jim Morrison.
– Bolbul
Light of Matter, 1995
Charcoal, 12×16 in
Rs 10 lakhs
She is muse, her body luz…
In a flash does she reduce
Materiality to lambent ash,
So the artist catches the spirit.
– Bolbul
Edge of Air. 2016
Charcoal. 20×30 in
Rs 10 lakhs
A nude model sets on edge studio air, similar to her rough chopped hair. Vulnerable inside, outwardly she combativeness dares.
Terraced Tree, 2000
Oil, 12×18 in
Rs 3 lakhs
A tree is a black and white film…
A play of light and shadows
Breathing on your skin.
If Indian rosewood or sheesham,
It offers perches for minds avian –
Big, small, feathered, human.
– Bolbul
Dusk’s Flame, 2012
Charcoal, 14×20 in
Rs 6 lakhs
A candle and its flame,
At dusk she became.
– Bolbul
Baited, 2024
Pastel, 18×30 in
Rs 3 lakhs
For her he laid a bait
By picking subjects to paint…
People, scenery and styles,
All for one woman adjusted.
It was taken and grandly paid.
– Bolbul
Obverse Verse, 2024
Pastel, 18×30 in
Rs 3 lakhs
As if watching the sun’s watery descent,
She stood in a pose ancient…
With eyes skimming over rippled paint
Toward the cosmic refulgence.
– Bolbul
Temple of Words, 2010
Charcoal, 10×12 in
Rs 3 lakhs
Coarse tulips paint air,
Ten short feet behind her,
In the manner of Van Gogh’s heirs…
A lamp ceiling-slung,
Casts light undisturbed,
As if from heaven’s loftiest rung…
A girl’s heart lit
Like a candle wick,
Feels… the night offers its expanse
For a story’s romance!
– Bolbul
Counterthetical, 2014
Charcoal, 10×14 in
Rs 3 lakhs
Those toiling in virtual basements,
Whose time is unmoving, lit fluorescent…
She sweeps to where
Walls, like hair, are blown away
And her wordless stare
Proffers a thousand calory sip
Ending debasement, adding zip.
– Bolbul
Verbal Bouquet, 2024
Charcoal, 11×14 in
Rs 2,50, 000
How the vase spoke to the lily
I merely copied…
Since then the glimmering arcs
Of her smile upon my darks,
Respire lightly.
– Bolbul
Turiya (Consciously), 2024
Charcoal, 11×14 in
Rs 2,50,000
I sleep too like you…
So darkness may do
Its quilted, flowery magic upon my head…
Perceptible from corners aloof.
– Bolbul
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