28.5x20.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
Wonder, from these thousands of 'me',
which one am I?
Listen to my cry; do not drown my voice
I am completely filled with the thought of you.
Don't lay broken glass on my path
I will crush it into dust.
I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand,
reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger.
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower
I will pitch my tent in your shadow.
Only your presence revives my withered heart.
You are the candle that lights the whole world
and I am an empty vessel for your light.
- Rumi, Sufi Mystic
Hi Rudra,
ReplyDeletei have only little time atm but i definitely visit this blog again. i love the work you show here (much more than what i already knew) ...it's all so intense and intimate
best wishes
Stefan (sth22art ...you know me from dA)
Dear Stefan,
ReplyDeleteI am so happy that you visited my blog! Thank you so much for the appreciation and it will surely inspire me to work harder! I cannot thank you enough!
Rudra
Hi Rudra,
ReplyDeleteThis is Vivek's friend Vishal here. This is absolutely mindblowing stuff man. Your work deserves to be better known. I hope that happens soon.
Vishal.
Dear Vishal,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the appreciation and the encouragement! And I guess you do consider me as your friend too!!! :) Hugs!
Rudra