Deepayan Purkait

Destroy Re-Create Make the world your canvas.

Silence and Unity

They are the future, the little ones, the most little holds the most potential for growth and we can only help, they shall walk their own journey and live the art of discourse, do not restrict them too much. DISH Production  brings to you ' Creativity ', a workshop experience. A huge shout out to  Baldeep Singh  a.k.a Blade Exceptional for the dope Rap, deep shit bro. I thank  Spandan Banerjee  for his 'out of the box' and 'close to the people' approach with the lens. And also,   Anibrata Biswas   Anindita Misra   Umar Galib   and Pritam   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIWayNSShxg Associations: DISH Production Aabra'ca'Dabra Indie Lockers Locking4Life

On the occasion of World Ocean's Day, we bring to you ' কূটাভাস', an animated paradox. They all prey each other out as if in a loop, but the paradox lies somewhere else. Do they all die? It seems while some perish some others live on. The weak prey on the strong and the loop continues.  ....... Directed by : Deepayan Purkait Animators: Anisha Dutta Anshuj Sinha Roy Deepayan Purkait A DISH Production release. In association with Aabra'ca'Dabra

Making our surreal deity !! She smiles with her tongue out from where emerges many languages, she smiles engaged in Art, in creation she lives and in creation she dances. Dated : 21/2/17

Life's Song May your wishes come true And your dreams dress anew May your sorrows be lifted And all the joy come to you But dear sorrow shall be sad And she might just be mad But she’ll just cry alone Like an introvert lad May you venture those streets That casually greets And gives you that wisdom You can’t get from books and thieves So it’s up to you all If you rise or if you fall But dear soul don’t feel lonely I’ll be always with you

Of missing souls, mourners, and lost footprints

Of visions painted in blood, distorted faces and ruins

Syria Screams

Of sheeps and birds We wander on yet perish none the less A part of us might live on inside the present to be the future As if a time bomb has caressed Only we know not the limits to our venture Like a roach of a burnt joint Is life like Useless to that point That it might still be preserved to a lunatic's delight But I for one, like them flying birds More so lonely than in a flock or a heard If sheep are stupid, birds are too Life is nihilist, all the cheers are 'boo'.

Behind the fringes of my imagination Which lay itself loose like a silken curtain to the wind Dancing merrily perhaps or perhaps in sorrow Perhaps it wishes to fly away but is held tight and not let go I stood. There I felt the necessity to let myself lose to the flow Not disrupt it, not defy it, but to dance along And feel the breeze of various intent Over my entirety And be one with the supreme.

"We are born green, With wings of white"

Today is a fine day and patriarchy smiles upon us as usual. Nothing is new about today. It seems, the evil Sun smiles upon us with it's dick out.

The Scarecrow & Its Friends Piece in making.

Worthless Human Being Little puppies with bigger chains Caring owners with vacant brains Most of you buy them to get attention If it was school, you would probably deserve detention Some of them are bought and some are not  But abducted are both from their mother and few other Born not But brought up in homes Of human parents who take these puppies on roams Spending on their collars, harness and toys Spending on their food and even more toys But few of these parents leave the puppy locked In a room when they are on other work Cry,cry, does the puppy alone  Shiver a many runs down its bone And when returns the parent the puppy is ecstatic But do you dear ones ever think of the sorrow and the plastic Make up that you wear trying to look nice I would say these are beings not tags of price But I am not a vegetarian, I love them crunchy meat Yet I speak of dogs and their sorrow? Prejudiced am I? Maybe I am I do not flinch an eye whe...

It is all there, there in the wide and almost endless inventory of nature. I simply arranged few gifts in a certain manner. I am insignificant. My art is too, when compared to the greatness of the great mother.

Birds & Branches

A Fragmented Heart Tell me sorrow, how long must you caress me? Will you not let go ever? Ever I wished, to befriend joy I would not say, I have been happy never. Intricacies of the human mind Can I ever even realize? For I have let go most wishes to Understand another human. Love always seemed to me like a far off isle Who's shore is all I ever could see Glistened my eyes like polished chrome Blinded by it's beauty. In metaphors I shall present Few words of truth Of how I gave away my heart to few The gift was refused I, confused Received the red and to my bed I succumbed Cried a lot, that I did Many a time when from all I hid My cushion has seen the most of me A fragmented heart Was always returned to me. I always wondered why it is so I still wonder the same. There are very few who love me truly Everything else seems more like a game. My mother and father has been there always And secretly my brother too. My grandparents have been the mos...

@ Ledge Jadavpur University

Humble Little Me Humble little me wished to climb that tree The one with many branches. It stood tall by a certain plain clad in beautiful flowers Each branch split in many others And they themselves in many more I have perhaps climbed a little few or a few more. Humble little me always wondered How vast the tree it was! How many branches does it truly have? Humble little me could never take count. Maybe no one does know truly If it is 10 or maybe a hundred more. Humble little me as my mother always told me, Is a monkey and that is fine with me. Good climbers they are,monkeys, I always told mum. Art is my banana tree And I always enjoyed being bad, and free.