Deepayan Purkait

@ 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.

Malady O Malady I wish I wish To fathom this malady As strange as it has been. Not I understand it's nature, It's cure, It is kind of serene. This madness that prevail As I close my eyes, Or I step simply, Into the void of creations. Do I truly understand it? Think I not I do. Malady oh Malady Tell me who you are. Tell me why you sought me. Know I must as I know Escape there is none Once that you have caught me. Stop I cannot once the void calls. I am a soldier bound to duty. Visit I must for I crave, The dark walls of nothingness. They lie in wait as I approach Like a venomous snake silently. He is restless that he is Me pencil. The snake gently approaches He has already bit me. Glistens like a polished glass her slithering body of length quite long I see my face in the reflection that it makes as it comes forth to engulf me.

"Boring class e somoy kill, Art-sagar e ekta dhil"

"Disobey unjust laws" @Worldview Jadavpur University

LESSON Lost in little fantasies  I walk. Through a meadow of green   by the little red folk. Hello? She says,  the red go different ways. Are you lost child? Concentrate on the lesson, she speaks, in a tone not quite mild. I wind back within the classroom walls  the red, they warn, here come the trolls. Pretend i must, lesson learnt or not  refuse i may not,once i fought. My father,he was called,  he was always enthralled Of the little humble drawings I made  in the classroom walls,my sketches,they fade For I cannot draw  lesson I must learn Listen I must  Lesson learnt or not.

See you on the morrow. August 5,2015.  #lockingworkshopwithkira