Choral Rain, 2020.
Oil, 24×36 in.
Comes a musical rainstorm,
She notes windows tumbling down,
Waves to buildings and trees blown,
Twinkles feet with ornamental rain.
– Bolbul
Gustatory Ghazal, 2016
Oil, 28×40 in.
She has a recipe of unique olfaction,
Of sustenance and satisfaction…
Resonant so with the kitchen,
Painterly actions and reaction flow with abandon.
– Bolbul
Vine Tender, 2021
Oil. 12×16 in.
Bougainvillea bushes and red tipped boughs… get a chin up from the one who their hearts owns. Sculpted light lends an evening glow.
Freely, 2021
Oil. 18×24 in.
Headpushing winds, a mum
Models free self-definition…
Her mind, the figure, the saree wind
And the hopskipping child behind…
Refurbish the Indian wish
Of a leading, ancient kind.
– Bolbul
Hidegate, 2024
Acrylic. 8×12 in
We flowers are but gates
To higher love and mental states…
In lands beyond we seed
Blooms of poetry alternate.
- Bolbul
Comber Wind. 2018
Oil. 24×30 in
Visible wind ruffles her curls, passes through her windowed form, interacts with plants and light. Yufist solids a new idiom write.
Page Hunk. 2016
Oil. 20×24
Hammocked grace, if that’s the phrase,
Cast her reading face…
Upon a page… blond hunked,
Backed by sun ribbon, three chunked.
Sea Splashy. 2015
Oil. 24×36 in
She sports moving, heaving waves
Around hips that undulate…
Which a smitten painter hoisting sail
Hopes to soon circumnavigate.
Nautical Nita, 2015
Oil, 14×18 in
A ruminative lake asks a boat ‘What did you like best
About her… chatter, laughter or the way she dressed?’
With a collective sigh, the entire scene replied
‘Nita was one of us, a nautical child…’
Incredibly, reflections formed a face of yore, child like.
– Bolbul
Paper Boat Niña. 2016
Oil. 18×24 in
‘I am a child’ said she…
As I stared westwardly.
She was the sky and the sea,
With a space warped moon
And sun thrown in,
Yet insisted her voice ‘Please
Give birth to me!’
And I, a paper boat making kid
Set off on a painting journey.
– Bolbul
Margarita POV. 2015
Oil. 16×20 in
A couple so rich grow, they see skyscrapers below. A cool moon their heads brushes. A marriage takes place, of perspectives high and low.
Felinity, 2015
Oil, 26×32 in
My city’s soul is that of a cat,
Striped variously and moving fast.
Hackles raised it growls at play fouls
But when moonlight feeds milk,
Its purred affection… is to forever last.
– Bolbul
Hippily Free, 1993
Oil, 20×30 in
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
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
The rose has left
For eyes, the aftertaste
Of chocolate.
– Bolbul
Wheat Field Mynah. 2017
Oil. 24×30 in
What value are arbitrary limits…
Imposed on the form of the infinite?
Could the sky shoreless and beyond reach
Be thus made available to imaginative artists?
‘Why, yes!’ exclaim the clouds
Resting upon empyreal seats ‘No doubt!’
– Bolbul
After Van Gogh.
Cube Tight. 2019
Oil. 24×30 in
The genius, wife and child are fused… in forms cubed. So are distant woods. After Picasso.
Temple of Words, 2010
Charcoal, 10×12 in
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
Dusk’s Flame, 2012
Charcoal, 14×20 in
A candle and its flame,
At dusk she became.
– Bolbul
Light of Matter, 1995
Charcoal, 12×16 in
She is muse, her body luz…
In a flash does she reduce
Materiality to lambent ash,
So the artist catches the spirit.
– Bolbul
Fetcher, 2015
Charcoal, 18×24 in. Yufism
Skyscrapers turn puppy delighting owner… per Yufist interchangeability of scenic and biological elements.
Kapipolitans. 2016
Charcoal and Pastel. 22×30 in
Iconic Bangalore corner of Brigade Road with couples. Coffee aroma pervades and shapes perception.
You Remember! 2018
Pastel. 22×30 in
College campus night deserted… but the feeder of stray dogs remembers. Woman, dog, trees, light and dark, all share reimagined corporeal elements.
Yell Territorial. 2020
Charcoal. 22×30 in
After a passing truck, a barking dog runs. His concerned lady owner from far yells, to halt the tussle territorial. All figures have exploded, primitives made form.
Stick-ard. 2019
Pastel. 22×28 in
A lizard-ly cop sticks out a ticket, planting it on the screaming prey’s forehead that resembles a windscreen. His extended tongue unifies both characters.
Breadwinner’s Pact. 2018
Pastel. 23×34 in
Woman, background dogs fuse with ground, shards of darkness and light fall. Her salary covers one good meal for all.
Image Brushing. 2016
Pastel. 20×26 in
A woman composed of curvilinear, disconnected primitives brushes teeth before a mirror. Her image pushes boundaries of human form.
Reading Ecology. 2019
Pastel. 22×30 in
A litterateur, his book and reading station are shown within an ecology… of window light blocks, penetrated by outside flora, patterned breezes and curling walls.
Soaping Wet, 2017
Pastel, 20×28 in
She loves making foam,
Shower-ready is her slippy form.
Lipstick Fix. 2016
Pastel. 20×28 in
A spiral chick gets her lipstick fix in the green room. The pink touch subtly alters mood. Mirror lights bloom.
Triangulators. 2020
Pastel. 22×30 in
Woman with postmodern saree, husband and playful dog… make a trio. Windowed forms and their movements cast patterns of shadows.
Nicotine Singh. 2017
Pastel. 22×28 in
A cuboidal portrait of a gentleman who enjoys his kick of nicotine. Sculpted smoke wisps, hair curls and falling light merge to create a pattern.
Vining Lines, 2017
Pastel. 22×28 in
A girl drank words at the window…
Sharing their gist and core
With the morning light of Bangalore
And with the slender pepper vine
Curling beside… in a third floor alcove.
– Bolbul
Vocal Volts, 2016
Pastel, 22×30 in
In instrumentality’s musical wilds,
Countless words lose their highs
And meanings subterraneously lie…
So the concert night brings a surprise.
Up standing, a sound engineer,
Listens to lyrics crying yonder…
And begins a rebalance where
Words are clear, even in whisper.
Riding the music down to fans,
He seeds mind pearls… opening clams.
– Bolbul
Look and Lust, 2019
Pastel. 22×28 in
Kitty eyes lustily the fat mouse… to no avail. Light and dark curve like whiskers and tails.
Glass Clear Head. 2019
Charcoal. 22×30 in
To think clearly she would
The glass doors of her mind slide
Until lit all corners with curling light.
Edge of Air. 2016
Charcoal. 20×30 in
A nude model sets on edge studio air, similar to her rough chopped hair. Vulnerable inside, outwardly she combativeness dares.
Rooter, 2000
Charcoal, 8×12 in
A tree I see,
Rather as a man of art
Whose paper foliage sings…
But water it one must,
For years in secret…
Talk to it from ground to terrace,
For it to stretch its charcoal wings.
– Bolbul
Terraced Tree, 2000
Oil, 12×18 in
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
Glucose Biscuits. 2015
Charcoal. 18×24 in
With the doggie even the evening sun
Extends a lapping tongue
For glucose biscuits… offered by the kind man.
Omelet Beth. 2020
Pastel. 20×26 in
Sexy, stick figured Beth makes an omelet… ensconced in her world where light, kitchen counters, walls et al… all curl.
Redeeming Embrace, 2008
Charcoal, 9×12 in
A belle craving wheatish beauty
Eyes the platinum skinned moon
And sighs…
Rays, by that longing magnetized,
Spin around her… shape-hugging gown like.
Kum Kumm, 2015
Oil, 20×30 in
As clouds roll drums…
Bearing ‘rasa’ or coursing literary sentiments,
Two golden birds ride heavens…
Reminding of Kalidas or Jim Morrison.
– Bolbul
Sated, 2017
Oil. 28×28 in
All-seeing eyes and big head-assisted,
The dragonfly had hunted
In the air and bushes, regally.
Now as the sun fled,
It gathered its membranous spread…
A kitty stood in its only blind spot,
Ragged with hunger.
Will she lunge or a friendly paw extend?
– Bolbul
Next Bus, 2012
Oil, 12×16 in
The route’s hilly, slopes are fast
And he carries an unlimited pass.
Ruby Beach, 2015
Oil, 12×16 in
I’m pulled by green eyed pools two,
White Kohl lined, ruby cheeked too.
Windy Turf, 2012
Oil, 12×16 in
Turf surfed, wind neighing…
It’s a day for jockey-playing.
Algal Tale, 2018
Oil, 28×42 in
Word was among algal vines,
Princess Tresses had a suitor fine…
Courtier bubbles were catching certain vibes.
Streak of Horse, 1996
Oil, 16×24 in
Came nuzzling the Arabian horse
Then along the fence rocketed past…
Leaving a trail of our shining bond.
Les Boules de Neige, 2023
Pastel, 18×28 in
Himalayan snows aglow,
Turned to rose,
Grant a mind meditative repose.
Turiya (Consciously), 2024
Charcoal, 11×14 in
I sleep too like you…
So darkness may do
Its quilted, flowery magic upon my head…
Perceptible from corners aloof.
– Bolbul
Verbal Bouquet, 2024
Charcoal, 11×14 in
How the vase spoke to the lily
I merely copied…
Since then the glimmering arcs
Of her smile upon my darks,
Respire lightly.
– Bolbul
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Lightcrop, 2024
Charcoal, 11×14 in
When flowers get together,
They till the surrounding air…
Shaping darkness into hoes
For light beads to sow…
And reap an orchestral glow.
– Bolbul
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