The same stream of life that runs through my veins....
nights and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth,
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Ah... well.. i had made this painting like an year back but wasn getting the exact words to describe it untill a very good friend gave me "GITANJALI" by Rabindranath Tagore.... and when i read this piece of poem i cud think of nothing but this painting. I found the exact words that i was lookin for... wish i cud write....
Ah... well.. i had made this painting like an year back but wasn getting the exact words to describe it untill a very good friend gave me "GITANJALI" by Rabindranath Tagore.... and when i read this piece of poem i cud think of nothing but this painting. I found the exact words that i was lookin for... wish i cud write....