After my run one morning I felt a strange shiver There was only a tree stump near me Was it this that had made me quiver?
I could feel my heart go ‘thump’ An ominous feeling was in the air I turned quickly And the rogue assassin was there
She leaped towards me Brandishing her weapons I closed my eyes and waited Would I go to hell or to heaven?
Akali the Rogue Assassin, version 1.0. I thought this would be easy, after I got the head done. Boy was I wrong!!! I made so many mistakes. You can probably spot them. It came out very different from the reference image I used. Anyway, I have learned a lot from this attempt.
I practiced for hours Circles, straight lines, and curves Nuff said
I could copy Develop muscle memory I sketch like shit
But I want to create… My imagination! Nuff said
Faces are difficult Postures are crazy hard I sketch like shit Nuff said
No reference picture for this one. You could probably tell. I drew the head, and then got really frustrated while sketching the rest. I didn’t bother blending anything other than the head. I just got too worked up about not progressing for so long. Anyway, I’ve figured out how to turn on pen pressure, and how to clip layers.
[I have read five poems or commentaries on racism here recently. I thought that I would write my own. Here goes]
I find it laughable White, yellow, brown, black At some point of time Each shade of colour Thought that they were the best Melanin and ‘culture’ Dictated their urge to dominate They were the ‘master race’ The Chinese built a wall Indians created a system of caste (And all of that Mlecha mlecha stuff) The Egyptians The Babylonians The Greeks The Romans The Persians The Byzantine Greeks And then we go west KKK and burning crosses In the recent past Neo nazis, with swastika tattoos In the present Snide remarks, a few threats Insults, stereotyping African Americans Have had it tough Judging from what I’ve seen on TV And read in books
Here, in India, dalits are treated like dirt A boy was killed for riding a horse Another for entering a wedding hall The authorities Don’t act with full force (in most countries) Though I hear Things are a little better In Germany These days But who knows For how long … Religious superiority as well Though most Claim to believe In a loving God I find it laughable I find it depressing I can’t do anything
“Fly free,” A god said to me Years ago After we had wrestled In a garden of ganas Three eyed creatures And purple sprites Sentient butterflies And mice people … For a moment I saw hope I opened the door And looked out At the vast expanse Beyond This sick civilisation I was going to cure it With some mystic arts
Then I crashed hard And found myself In a consultation room Shivering with terror I locked myself in…
The Lady of the Depths Then visited me But I haven’t succeeded In breaking free
In this week’s W3 challenge, hosted by the Skeptic’s Kaddish, Kerfe has asked us to write a halibun that contrasts past and present. I am not very familiar with writing halibuns, ( i think this is my third one, ever) but I gave it a shot. Here it is:
Every house in Kerala used to have a little space for snakes in their compounds, a small patch of wilderness. They called these places, ‘sarpa kavu.’ They say it was a Nair tradition, but we Syrian Christians used to have them as well. Clans intermingled and some traditions were passed around, maybe. These days, the sarpa kavu are hard to find, but you still find plenty of snakes if you know where and how to look. People construct their houses filling every square inch with cement. Cobras are spotted every now and then. Experts are called to catch them and release them into the wild. Some people don’t bother, and just kill the snakes.
On a concrete stage Warm from the afternoon sun King cobra dancing