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PoemsBhaskar Hande

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Poems / 2002

CopyrightBhaskar Hande2002

PimaaThe Hague

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1It is the understanding to stop tryingThat time is running away nowThe night is becoming leadEyes shutting downAs you want to go onI want to the stealWhy ?Dont ask meIt is an intuition of mineSituation of beingBeing not to do thingsWhich brings you in peace in depression

Are you afraid of passing throughThe feeling of silver golden light ?Not particularly as you are thinkingThere are certain wavesCreating the creative paradoxof enjoying the processIn ecstasy of innovation.

You are thinking in terms of senseor is it in a sense understanding

I try to open the sensesAs I try all day to open filesIn the computer box.

You mean exercising YogaAn opening the Kundlini

To understand the sense of beingI obey my intuition of the situationAnd please dont ask any more questionsIm going to experience the pleasure of rest

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Any move could beArt for a livingLife always goes onPassing timedoes enjoywith pleasure of work It could haveAny dimensionIf one takes somethingStraight out of every day lifeAnd place itIn a work of artWith no transformationThan life will always beA part of it.

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Inspiration from past and presentprovokes meTo create somethingBrain and heart in certain interdependenceWhich is hard to understandAnd harder to seperateboth depending fiercely on one anotherAuthorities of body take commandOf all respects of the inner soul.

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Process of thoughtGoes with meditationMedium helps thoughtto create artColours give weight to feelingsShadow of mindReflects on the surfacetransforming into object abstractFeeling the spaceWalk the fugitives wayIs difficult to obtain a decisionStanding in mysteryIt is surely of great valueAnd greater status

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I stand stillverticalYou knocked me downTo the groundin pinched positionHorizontalFalling in disasterI pose in a plusSituation has changedYou stand in the middleI walk aroundThe form is square

I turn aroundYour pose akimboLeaf on foreheadSeems Vithoba to me

You this shadow of Ultramarine moonlightPurple black bodyI see squares the circle.

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State of waiting forHow far ?How much time more ?Answerless awaitingQuestioning the atmosphere around

In other way of Waiting for someoneTo meet the ultimatewhatever is the factWherever there is the politicianSituation is angled to form a square.

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Standing straightMy first positionSecondly incident happenedI have bowed so muchIn pinched situationAngled to the rightIt happened time and timeIncidentally square formed right thereA devotee appeared on live stage.

In dancing moodSquare rotated roundaboutposed in akimbo stanceThe ultimate encounter of deity

Devotion of mankind bringsSuperior power in sight

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When feathers grow to colourThey will fly very farBe on the space of imaginationMany many light years ahead

Either line has a longingShe shall stay at around the stanceEven through atmosphere to space

She will bound the colours in formIn an invisible abstract net.

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That is what it is

Fascinating warm vermilionA lovely roseAnd deep ultra blueIn Dancing moodWith orange standing by !

What would it be ?If I say soThat is what it is !

Still you do not believeFrom heart beatsBreathing vertical deep in redForming a dancing gestureSeen through a red and roseTransparent silhouetteOf ultra blueAnd lovely magentaComing togetherTo create the violet moodIn the red shineOf mankind

Should we still have to await ?

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Sand, silk and skinThe light, bright and shinyLayer, thread and dustburst my imaginary sight

Sand, sand and sandI bent my vision onSand wonderful sonSand under waterSand around feetMade my feelingsBitter, brighter, betterI am lightened in night,Beaten on beachFrightened in desert dangerCooled in deep-sea.

Wet wet wetWait. wait. wait.

Slick slick slick Silk silk Silk Sleek sleek and sleek

White, yellow and ochreReflections of Sand, silk and skinPortrait of yellow whiteThe landscape of ochre creamPaints my sight broad and bright

Skin thin skin shineSkin white skin lightSkin brown skin bright

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Preferring to have a freeSkin yellow skin thinSkin black skin bornSkin coloured skin the rainbowSkin transformed thick to beSkin shield build to beSkin cover skin shelter to be

I am dressed in silk Walking on seashore barefootLate in afternoonSun stands forty-five degrees to WestSand shine gloomyMy feet in sandThe site becomes monochromeEnvisioned shadowWater is trying to touch my feet,Wind winds my bodyDark clouds are heading south-eastShower starts midshoreAnd water reached me all the way

Seascape seems monochromaticPainted in watercolour.I am seized in sudden fall.

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Clean thoughtKeeps to a narrow galliTo walk intoInside hidden words

Feelings and experienceWalk in mystic measuresto the end of its warmest depth

I am the mediumHit straight on the pointIn the field of error

Rag, wrath,Violence, pain,Smoke, cold, flameBody of fireDriven to words angerOf not being informed

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You have to passThe modesty of limitationOf your own disciplineOnce you walk alone

You may fall downIn the Valley of moral defeatWhere you have been heading

It may concern your consciousnessLet him drink a bottle of alcoholLet him smoke a packet of cigarettesLet him enjoy a kiss of hateLet him vomit all he has ever done

You may have considered livingInside the deep silence of mirrors

What shall I tell youAbout meYour know better

Me, synonym of you.

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The layout of the squareIn a horizontal or vertical lays the sameDiagonal stands for paradoxTwo rectangularly positioned bent-angels is a squareWhen the situation of fact becomes weak A bend turns into an angleTwo angles lay or stand togetherIn opposite directions it forms a squareThe fact and the situation change the position in life

Equal distances form perfect squareAnd equal facts make situation dual

The bend turns into a bowTwo bows form an ovalA leaf, sign of growth in lifeThe point positioned is the spiritual standTwo points are companionshipBetween the divine and humanTill the end of lifeThe cross stands for meeting placesWorking relationship of spiritCreative sense in life

And passing time in the journeyMeans decision-making moments

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Working truthAnd realityAre two sides of oneHeart speaks realityWorking truth is busyWith high momentsBusiness is facing turbulenceUnder circumstances of systemOne gets posterityDevelops the substance of understandingWet become weightfulA cloud of knowledgePouring within

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All the worldsBind togetherTo make peaceOf unseen lonelinessTranquil solitudeIn informative societyWords making the link Of unknown notionsSense never speaks outIt behaves on behalf of The nature of bodyThat breathes me upIn a room of silenceWords keep companyOn the way of development

The nature of mindAnd a kind of notionBring sense towardsCreative mind-fields

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In Art change comesTime by timeMedium has been transformingThe development of artSince man began to interpretLanguage in visualsMedium has been takingInterest on its ownEarly age cave paintingsPottery, metal coins, stone printsAnd so onThese days of architectureGraphic, ads, design, film,Computer, television,Styles and ismWhen the subject changes its mediumObject transforms its aestheticBesides commercial valueApproach of thoughtsReaches its high ageOf applied arts

While industrial revolution

Film, television, satellite,Virtual reality subjectsBegin in artsArtists have developed interestIn specialising of subjectsHe divides sectionsEvery section reached

At its commercial place

People go to see exhibitionIn museums, galleries, shopping centres,

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Tradefairs, open air places.Each one has mixed impressionOf arts and its applicationSome have authenticitySome have aestheticOriginality of objectCount on its function today

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What does it mean whenYou say, A whileago something?You are not bold enoughTo hold an exhibition of fury

Of course, I am bold. Bold. Bold.Thats what I am trying to say

Do I looked like a short-fuse ?No.Then, why do I shout?Noise makes me nervousShout breaks my silenceNow what am I doing here?Nothing ...So what ?

Does it seems to be an affair ?Of what ?I dont knowThen why are you guessing ?Its habit

Of what?Being involved in a situationWhich ?Being hereYes, I feel also.Its an affair of presenceAnd a fury of nonsense

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Whats all about this four sideTwelve guard on the watchUpwards downwardsVertical horizontalMiddle cross back What shall I talk about itIts nothing but caleido

The landslide of mobUnder revolutionary actCaleido has been namedChin-a-menTrafalgarWashington1813LeningradAnd many more

Events of sadnessHappy momentsPouring coloursChanging facesCombining and a rotatingWalk togetherTomorrow,Children would pass by.

Square is in the blossomAlways in a new saga.

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Circumstance is wider than squareForm is bigger than meMe thinner than empty mirrorForming a right anglethought as square rootMe, plus form around it

While walking aroundMood Dancing in and outSplendid timeSleeping bodyAlong frozen feelingsUnder snow white fields

Beside burning wells of oilWhose solitude moments are on fire?

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Here is nothing to hideAll the fields are wide openOn canvas and in spaceThey go surround depthBeyond horizonObjects are not known any moreMist lies between me and the objectHere is no colourNeither darkness nor brightnessNo feeling for medium nor need to expressLanguage is not spoken hereAnd words are alienComing to meet meWhat would they say?It is just an ex-sense

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It was circusRound around podiumOpen on groundThe day was happy go luckyWaiting for the eventOne was looking deeplyEyes wide with aweSeized me upfrontDarkness was hidden behind blueInside twinkling eyes of raindropsLights switched onFocus was so sharpIt could not see what was passing throughActing cloud of desireRunning through

Passing days eat lots of eggsAnd make love on easter day

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You could have temper of high blown smokeAnd I could have angerBlowing fire burning fields of jungleTogether we make atmosphere dangerousYou could disturb the silence

Underneath the layer of oceanI could sin in solitudeUnder floating iceberg in the oceanTogether we create surrounding abnormal

I have heat to keep warmYou are deep enough to absorbTogether we make living a desertClouds will rather gather hereThere we begin to gain rain

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I walked back Where we were togetherI placed flowersOn the soul of tragedyIt was captivity of pityIncident of presenceSequences of traumaI played part in this dramaI followed in tranceWith your tales of soulDetails of sequenceTense of intense

Would you see me as passive ?Would you see me as a believer ?Would you see as an act of a lover ?

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You see the details in dark Village lying in valleyMountains under midnight moonlight

Surrounded by greenish black woodlandYou would like to see skinned treesNaked creaturesLife in moonlight shadowFrog, fox, owlFar away andNear dead body of creature

Do I see a mythological film ?Do 1 walk in northen Europe ?Do I see death of eighteen century painting ?Do I drink beer in dark brown caf ?Is it deep sleep of late midnight ?I do not say any of theseTo express their depthYou should feel freeAnd go alongDeep down deep inOver the top, up above

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Do not ask meWhy I have not written beforeHere are many reasons but I can not explainTime has passedI have learnt lots of lessonsI dont know how it happenedBut the fact is that it happenedNobody can do anything about itSurviving in timeDoes not matter howAnd in which conditionGetting stable?There are lots problemsI have to face asThere is no way back Someone should understand the situation

Rather not underestimateI had never thoughtWhat might happenTo give answer for reason

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Sensitive field of innocenceDig down deeper impulseNaive corridor opens doorInside concealed room with balconyFrom where you watch the presenceOf own inner oppositionThe scenario of duo

A square root put in a vase made of glassEverything seems to be transparentRoots and branchesFruits and puddles of Water and glass of vaseRoom and balconyConsiders presence of ever sinceThings that have been happening within

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Mind your step pleaseKindly look into the matterWild walk would bring you to aSudden kiosk of confusionSort out differencesWhich would make you fillThe divide on top of the hillLook out for similaritiesShould not be a matter of Thick and thin.Up and down the stairsIn the well, at foot of hillThe position on topWould bring you and me together.

I, who stand wet on the stairsYou, who dry in the waterReflecting a painted hillUpside downMake our selves clearAs we are going to step out

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When one does not know what tomorrow will bring,Painting is for him like the fugitive vestigeOf a moment of solitude and silence.When one tries to think of some vitally importantsubjectIndeed, his painting is truly like some meditativerainfallWhile the background signs and forms are like predawnmistPainting of the period can not claimTo be anything more than meditationOn the beginnings of a new styleFeeling = senseHeart = brainPositive = negativeAll dependable aspects can not be separateed

In the section of divisionSpace, surface and base have new dimensionIn abstract thinkingNobody is bound to the subjectsExpression freed from the surfaceTowards any kind of signs, formsStructure and material etc.

Paintings have many aspects, faces and factsTo analyse which is not quite easySensational brush stroke or sensitive lineTo put on surface and stop when it is enoughThat is the greatest decision of art

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Approach to aimAnd point of desireAt the pathfinders destinationYou could lay stone of solitudeIn the human forestRoads are extended to subwayThe desert of concrete and cement is aheadSmoke disappears in mistDirections become dizzySomehow we stand in betweenWhile walking to downtownTraffic sounds makeRhythm of error

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Bhaskar Hande was born in 1957 in Umbraj, district Pune, India.

He lives and works in The Hague, The Netherlands since 1983. He is a versatile artist.His ambitions to be busy with verious disciplines of art, identifies him as the poet, painter,sculptor and graphic designer. He published three books of collection of poems in 1990,1995 and 2001. The project Your form is my creation is his visual tribute to seventeencentury Bhakti poet Tukaram has become first in it s kind of Indian history. Hande sIndianness is not ethnicity worn on the sleeve; it is the very substance of his culturalidentity in multicultural global community of artists. Hande has been living many yearsin Europe,his cultural signature has remained the same. Apart from his development Hande thinksday to day life, living and working in another country and culture than where he grew up.

This process gives him creative impulses; every year he lives a couple of months in India,vice versa in Europe. He exhibits in India and in Europe. The change in surrounding keepshis thoughts constant in process. His works represent meditative fall of his mergingcolours and changing environments. The colours become brighter , forms are clear thanever and words are more mysteries.

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