Lotus by Arvind Kumar Sindhu
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
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