Monday, March 24, 2025
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: The Bheemli Stretch by V. Shruti Devi
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: Cyan Meditations by V. Shruti Devi
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: Lawson's Bay by V. Shruti Devi
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: Coconut Groves by V.Shruti Devi
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: Dolphin's Nose by V. Shruti Devi
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG: A series of five paintings by V. Shruti Devi
Friday, January 31, 2025
Thursday, December 26, 2024
Canvassing Art by V. Shruti Devi is now Live on Amazon & Flipkart, and on the BookLeaf Bookstore as an eBook
Sunday, September 22, 2024
Links to 2 experimental short films I made recently, which include verses and a stanza from my poetry and lyrics
Wednesday, August 28, 2024
A link to an industry story on some of my my writings
Thursday, August 01, 2024
Happy Landings, Developmental Blitz (extracts from my forthcoming book, CANVASSING ART contd.)
Happy
Landings, Developmental Blitz (written in the form of a Blitz)
Bombard
development
Bombard
education
Education
with meaning
Education
to free them
Free them,
not make robots
Free them
so they can soar
Soar to
wherever they want to go
Soar to the
moon, to space, or to no particular place
Place the
basics of health-care
Place
doctors, diagnostics, medicines, machines
Machines
delivered by drones
Machines
for telemedicine without depriving
Depriving
them of their medicinal plants
Depriving
anyone of ultra-modern remedies
Remedies of
the law,
Remedies to
access rights
Rights
bestowed by the Constitution
Constitution
of our Nation
Constitution
as we interpret it
Interpret
it and be sure to mete
Interpret
it to mete out justice
Justice for
you and me
Justice
that will set them free
Free minds
Free people
People
inhabit these vales
People
expertly work these forests
Forests
consist of diverse geographics, trees
Forests
have definitions, have we made these?
These
dictionaries
These
pictionaries
Pictionary
would do better
Better
wall-art
Better
craft
Crafting
documents based on views
Crafting
art-forms beyond paper
Paper
tigers, real ones too
Paper
planes to caper down
Down below,
the woods approach
Down to the
tarmac we do descend
Descend
from the clouds
Descend
from the fog
Fog out
mosquitos
Fog’s not
the answer
Answer the
finer questions of culture
Culture’s
our dance
Culture’s
our gear
Gear up,
it’s the agency
Gear up for
some uphill tasks:
Task One.
By V.
Shruti Devi
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Ekphrastic, Do You See? (previews to my upcoming book of poetry to illustrate art contd.)
There twirl toddlers
in party
frocks
Balloons,
festoons,
pastel icing
Helixes
swirl,
Modern-day
jukeboxes
Create
waves,
Occupy the
air
Mosquitos
hum
Blithe,
light marshmallows
Mini
dervishes,
atomic energy
Flouncy,
cloud-like, intangible
Ekphrastics
be fantastic
-Do we
cater to accessibility?
Tactile,
audible,
Braille-book
tracks
-Read the
confetti
By V.
Shruti Devi
Ode to Technology (in a diamante) - sneak previews to CANVASSING ART contd.
Ode to Technology
(in a diamante)
Tech
I hear thee
And we are
enmeshed
Philosophers refined, and technologists
Geniuses,
corporate czars, with propellants
Of various
promptings
Temperance
PAINTING: SCIENCE by the poet, V. SHRUTI DEVI
PAINTING: ASTRO-DIMENSIONAL CONGLOMORATE by the poet, V. SHRUTI DEVIPAINTING: LIFE ON THE MOON or LUNAR COTTON FIELDS by the poet, V. SHRUTI DEVI
Stylized Waves: Climate Change Haiku (previews to CANVASSING ART contd.)
Aum Chanting ...sneak previews contd.
AUM
CHANTING (written in the style of a Pantoum)
I chanted,
I painted, the Mantra divine
Began with aum
bhoo, all that is
Micro,
macro, elemental spine
Things as
they are before they fizz
Began with
aum bhoo, all that is
Then
intoned aum bhuvah, interactions of matter
Things as
they are before they fizz
Turn to
blendings, mergers, imbroglios that splatter
Then
intonated aum bhuvah, interactions of matter
Before
raising the level to aum swaha, the interplay with one
Turn to
blendings, mergers, imbroglios that splatter
Mooladhara,
Swadisthtana crossed, now the Solar Plexus to stun
Before
raising the level to aum swaha, the interplay with one
Sounds purify nerves: electric, magnetic, there’s more
Mooladhara,
Swadisthtana crossed, now the Solar Plexus to stun
Stunned, rarefied, climb to aum mahaha, the heart, the annahata’s lore
Sounds
purify nerves: electric, magnetic, there’s more
Aum janaha, the throat chakra, Vishuddha, blue
Stunned,
rarefied, climb to aum mahaha, the heart, the annahata’s lore
Surmount
it, and the voice-box will speak true
Aum janaha,
the throat chakra, Vishuddha, blue
Paint
splashes to canvas, synchronous creator
Surmount
it, and the vice-box will speak true
Once it
has, you’re aum tapaha, ajna meditator
Paint
splashes to canvas, synchronous creator
Aum satyam,
truth, with starscapes you may now be in synch
Once it
has, you’re aum tapaha, ajna meditator
You’ve
painted a graph, you’re whatever you think.
By V.
Shruti Devi
Poem: Estate ...sneak previews to my upcoming book contd.!
Larkspurs
layered and swayed in the lull
Oriole, a golden oriole, and on a mag with the legend,
Friend Request, an Owl
Delhi
deewane, O, in Lutyens’ zone we did dwell
Irises,
iconic flora, avians intel
Eagles,
enigmas (invisible stars), the odd egret, euphorbias
Spinach,
starfish, aquarium-creatures, sparrows, squirrels,
Tall trees, termites, clipped grass, hollyhocks, phlox, peacocks
trending
Aloe vera,
araucaria, asparagus, astounding aura, never-ending
Tip-toeing
feline, bees in a beeline, tomatoes and tea-time
Endgame:
Eureka! Bird-baths, grains, -the mains! Earth Empire
By V.
Shruti Devi
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Monday, July 29, 2024
TIME MACHINE or L’ JAWAAB (THE ANSWER) - previews to CANVASSING ART contd.
O mortal,
mortal who didst write,
It’s
possible, you could be right
-Some
eternal brand and dye
Made grain
and beast, diversified
Cocooned in
their inner eyes
Sprang
forth visions, fireflies
Dream-borne
kings, queens on the wire
The Humane
Band reached out higher
And science
bolder, unsurpassed
Conjured
alogrithms breeds apart
And though
AI’s heart sought to defeat
Homo
sapiens knew their beat
Whose the
grammar? Chart the plains
Which
Authorities did one train?
A
blue-bird’s feather, a goat that gasped
Crumbling
castle, the interiors rasp
Drones rain
down, reach out to peers
-“We’re
rich yellers with spears”
-“Wish
we’re not poor”, I’m: “We’re free
-Someone
outwitted the laboratory”
By V.
Shruti Devi
CHALICE - a sneak preview to my forthcoming book (evolving manuscript), CANVASSING ART contd.
CHALICE (written as a sonnet)
An evening
drive, a reservoir’s a draw
Picture-perfect
hillsides, hamlets tranquil
Sunset, flint-stones,
boat-rides, houses of straw
Migratory
geese, snail shells, photos to fill
Soundless
waters, smoky abodes afar
Woodland
ripples in the lake and the sky
Stillness,
silence, clear air, quarries a scar
Almost
pristine, weeds make bouquets -no why
Return to
write, record the eve’s pink glow
Sipping
from an earthen tea mug, pond-bath
In art,
crystal lines are set to follow
trends of
enchantment, rare golden star-paths
What’s
seen, what’s heard, what’s done by human minds
Sometimes
appears more fab in close rewinds
-By V. Shruti Devi
PAINTING: DRINK THE LIGHT or CHALICE by the poet, V. SHRUTI DEVIBy V.
Shruti Devi
Thursday, July 25, 2024
MARINE DRIVE, VIZAG (5 poems) Sneak previews to CANVASSING ART contd.
MARINE
DRIVE, VIZAG: Dolphin’s Nose
A
light-house appears
-pierces through
the Dolphin’s Nose,
the hill
that’s withstood
years of
surf and sand,
docked
seaward among its
spaced-out
peers
-Gently
curves into the ocean
-Who set
these lines in motion?
On the
earth, on this artsy surface
Light skips
light,
the
creator’s heart, a beat
Did
intruders dare render this work incomplete
and
puncture in this nose-pin,
A Calcutta
candy-stick
-the Bay of
Bengal,
Swirling
gin
by Vizag by
the bay.
The
repeated light
Marked a
place, a time,
a regular evening sight
It came to
be
-to wave
ships off the jagged lee
Does it
prevail
When
storm-winds wail?
Do fish
swim up with prayer and plea,
Radiant?
Who drew
the dolphins on a receding tide?
The
nose-line fades into the old city
The
burgeoning beach-line
-the
behemoth
Develops
its way to a new aerocity.
By V.
Shruti Devi
Marine
Drive, Vizag: Coconut Groves
As the
Dolphin’s Nose and dockyard
diminish in
the rear-view mirror
A look-east
policy
by and
large
(Ingressions,
outcrops, Feng Shui would know the stops)
would be in
order to the right.
To the
left,
Statues and
a litany
of
beach-road draws
A seaward
crane
calls to
sight
transplanted
groves
Trussed-up
coconut palms
Await their
new-found fate.
-to unfurl
and to flourish
(which they
did).
More
appeared in droves:
Symmetrical
coco plazas
-square
feet now dot the shore.
By V.
Shruti Devi
MARINE
DRIVE, VIZAG: Lawson’s Bay
Past the
city’s elite
Ramakrishna
Beach
the wheels
roll on
The
juggernaut of development
slaps a
tsunami of a road
across our
lands.
Compensation?
Do clear
that coast, O holy ghost! With solatium.
What a ship
down,
a petition
up
whose
street?
There’s
salt in the air,
a steady
breeze
past Gyan
Vilas,
the
ancestral monument
frieze to
frieze
Time was
An ancestor
meditated
Undisturbed
and
Attained
-was it
Samadhi?
One
registers
one’s mortal
plot
As ships
diminish at sea
and fishing
fleets
present
themselves
picturesquely
A hilly
climb
by Lawson’s
Bay
(a pirate,
legend has it)
Winding
past
dunes and stretches of ocean view,
Pathlets
once led to streaky sand
We’d alight
with picnic gear
Mats and
beach buckets,
Sandwiches
and tea-things
Not a human
soul in sight
but the
family band
casting
footprints on the shore
The
wave-break line,
jumping
waves
gathering
diverse shells galore
Jagged
rocks
miniature
sub-terrains:
pools
amidst crags
Insets of
corals
spied at
sunset
-the tongue
of the sea,
cowrie
shells, nabhi sea buttons,
conch-like
pokey shells,
and what
have we
Not a hint
of human civilization
Not even
from the
fishing
village
that
assails the nostrils
en route
-where
gliding through the
atmosphere
Is a dried
fish inhalation
that’s
bound to sublimate
into
the body, mantra-filled
Oxidized,
Iodized,
I inhabit
these zones
And beyond.
By V.
Shruti Devi
MARINE
DRIVE, VIZAG: Cyan Meditations
Across the
hills, and over the waves
The
hypnotic buoyancy
of
awareness
dwells
on
impressions
-the
hourglass a phantom:
-no
co-ordinates, no dial, no moon-face
But
granular views
of
suspended animation
-The high
gloss
of the ventral
side of a
giant wave
as a surfer
negotiates
an Old
Spice ad.
How was the
scene envisaged;
-When?
(I recall
playing on the
water’s line
And being
taken unaware
by a
gigantic wave
-a towering
wall.
With family
around,
one didn’t
slip, didn’t fall,
But it was
a watershed moment
-the sea wasn’t
a breeze
the ocean’s
floor was steep
was the
crux of that summer vacation)
-One had
lived a tale
and would
tell it.
Decades
later,
A road
slashed through
the
precarious cliff-side
hairpin
bend
The crag
morphed
into a park
and wings
of steps
descended
sea-ward
Predictably,
crowds began to manifest
At the base
of that hill
One
eventually did alight
I think it
was 2010,
in the
early-morning light
to do the
Suryanamaskaar
And to
chant the Gayatri Mantra
unhindered
by the
crystal japa mala
-Fortunately
for me,
I had a
family friend to count the beads
-a
philosophical volunteer,
an aunt,
And another
one
with whom
I’d conversed
the previous day
threw
further light on my
theories of breath
and chants
-articulating
“Yah Allah”
was also
a breathing
exercise
At that
post-dawn hour
As one did
God-knows
how many
Suryanamaskaars
and
rendered the mantra
into the
dome of the horizon
In very
considered, practiced, unique ways,
the hymn,
in my book,
acquired
new syllables:
“Yah
Allah!”
-I look
heavenwards
and the
“rosy-tinted dawn”
displays
the
scribbles
of a
jet-plane
flying
north-by-north-west,
I suppose.
Clad in a
flaming orange and yellow
two-piece
swimsuit
from
Greater Kailash, Delhi,
Energized,
one began the ascent
back to the road
Engulfed in
a blue tie-dye
wrap-around
The environ
caught the
surround-sound
In
retrospect
I believe
Baywatchers,
cops, whoever they were
Did keep a
wary eye
Even if
from atop the cliff.
Cell-phone
cameras
had not yet
come into their own
But the
sparks on the shoreline
might well
have been in the line of view
of the
International Space Station’s view!
This marked
my thirty-eighth
trip around
the sun.
A close-up
of the planet’s
aqua-lung.
By V.
Shruti Devi
MARINE
DRIVE, VIZAG: The Bheemli Stretch
Before the
advent
of intricate sign-boards
and signages
The
hour-long jaunt
from Vizag
to the town of Bheemli
was thought
of
as Bheemli
beach,
and
pronounced
Bimli
Pulling
beams
of
light-house waves
of rippling illumination
There
once stood in B-town
a beach house, a palace of the
nation
that
once was.
-My
mother’s mother, the heiress.
For years,
one passed by the ruins
while
driving into Vizag
from Kurupam
if we took
the Bimli route
A scene
from a
tragic Hindi movie
had been
shot there:
Ek Duje Ke
Liye (For Each Other)
This
thoroughfare meets a dead-end
in this
town
-A recent
discovery
while
traversing these paths
to survey
lands.
It
re-emerges
in the
avatar
of the East
Coast highway.
But on the
Vizag-Bheemli stretch
Deciduous
ghaats
overlook
the tar,
the
sea-ward terrain,
the narrow
sandy bar
before the
high-tide line
the
low-tide line
…there are
Coastal Regulation Zones
that are in
play.
On flatter
stretches
You’re
treated
to
navy-blue glimpses of the bay
the Eastern
Naval Command holds sway.
Casurinas
were once riddled
Into
clearings after roadside clearings
You’d
sometimes spot a stray vehicle
Around the
Winter Solstice,
heaving
home a maritime catch
-not a
shoal of fish
but a
trunk, a branch
of tropical
greens
-Mistletoes
to be adorned
with
shimmering stars and cottony themes.
Where
resorts and restaurants now capture the horizon
There once
was a diversity,
a natural
mix
of scrubby
herbs and grasses….
The
imagination puts acrylic to canvas
But would
need to surpass
the
artistic genius
of those
who inspired this style
with
palette knives and brushes:
Artists in
the family:
-Glimpsing
Greens by Kusum, and Terraqueous by Preeti
Masterpieces
and exhibitions
of the twentieth century.
The
impressionists were a major factor
A bard’s
eye-view,
-you get
the picture.
By V.
Shruti Devi