Lotus by Arvind Kumar Sindhu

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About the Artist : This paintings focuses on a Lotus Landscape, which reminds us that beauty flourished in the gutter and amidst of challenges as well.

Size (in feet) : 2x3

Poetry:

I am the Lotus, the serenest flower of all.

Tranquil is my middle name;

Unbothered by the dirt, I emerge in a radiating glory.

I am the divinity’s favorite: the ‘push of their choice;

And, at times, the throne they like to sit on.

I am one of the principal Mahayana sutras,

I absorb, emit and reflect light: within, and around;

To the universe and consciousness!

But, without the dirt,

I cease to be.

-Vinay Agrawal

Title: What If The Asana Cannot See The War Coming

Battles fought, lost, won

Each one varied

And consumed unto itself

Like the fish wrestling

To gulp down the breath

Jerking its way to find the shore

The man looking for the feet he once found

That is lost again

The white lotus is up for grabs

But the feet has to be found

To tread the mud

To kiss the lotus

To walk past the glorifying lotus greens

Day-to-day

Hung in the center of the living room wall

To serenade the war within.

-Ankita Gogoi

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About the Artist : This paintings focuses on a Lotus Landscape, which reminds us that beauty flourished in the gutter and amidst of challenges as well.

Size (in feet) : 2x3

Poetry:

I am the Lotus, the serenest flower of all.

Tranquil is my middle name;

Unbothered by the dirt, I emerge in a radiating glory.

I am the divinity’s favorite: the ‘push of their choice;

And, at times, the throne they like to sit on.

I am one of the principal Mahayana sutras,

I absorb, emit and reflect light: within, and around;

To the universe and consciousness!

But, without the dirt,

I cease to be.

-Vinay Agrawal

Title: What If The Asana Cannot See The War Coming

Battles fought, lost, won

Each one varied

And consumed unto itself

Like the fish wrestling

To gulp down the breath

Jerking its way to find the shore

The man looking for the feet he once found

That is lost again

The white lotus is up for grabs

But the feet has to be found

To tread the mud

To kiss the lotus

To walk past the glorifying lotus greens

Day-to-day

Hung in the center of the living room wall

To serenade the war within.

-Ankita Gogoi