Miser
I was returning from begging along the village roads
You were driving by in your chariot of gold
Like some splendid dream at least so to me it seemed
What varied beauty your attire amazing
I thought in my mind this some great king
Author: Sruti Purkait
Oh, Lonely Friend
In wonder at monsoon cloud thunder play
With secret steps you made your way
Like the night, silently, you slipped away
Today dawn’s sky shuts its eye the sad breeze cries..
Golden Boat
Grumble rumble thundercloud, monsoon rain
Sitting by the riverbank all hope seems vain
Haystack back wheat cutting laid back
By the river bank out on the flood plain
Harvesting the wheat and down came the rain
A Colourful Radiant Smile
She got up and opened the desk which had remained untouched for a long time. She set up a canvas with colours, and holding a paint brush in her hand, she began to draw the masterpiece of her dreams, which she determined to exhibit in an art Gallery.
Weaving Stories Through Colours
Paṭachitra has been one of the most researched, most appreciated visual arts. And like many popular folk arts there have been many doubts and misconceptions regarding Paṭachitra.