Monday, February 21, 2011

We Need Peace!!

  Salute to the Brave”
       To the unsung heroes
My salute to the countless brave,
those who went to the grave,
forgotten, silent and dead,
to immortal death in faith.

       Led by the leaders of the land,
       they marched on until the ends,
       to pursue in silent the amends,
      Now elapsed, done and beyond.

       Embedded in the puddles of mud,
       washed the country clean with blood,
       believing in the freedom of mankind,
   toiled the dead to their fate.

   My salute to the countless brave,
  those who went to the grave,
  forgotten, silent and dead,
  to mortal death in faith.
   Copyright ©2000 B. T. Chettri






A Country in Confusion
 Degrading sensitivity.
 Entangled in liberty,
 Misled in confusion,
 Time frozen.

 Conflicts in dilemma,
 Vulnerability in stake,
 Dominated by fallacy,
 Minds disoriented.

 Provoked by compulsion,
 Hesitation irrational,
 As if assigning death,
 To a country!

 Egotistical execution,
 Power famished,
 Fragmented into split cells,
 Suspense creeps in.

 Hovering gloom surrounds,
 A Nation,
 Clutching on hope,
 For Freedom!
 Copyright B.T. Chettri 2010



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Monday, February 14, 2011

Paintings


Oil on Canvas 'The Kingfisher at River Karnali' auctioned for donation


Acrylic on Fabric

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’
-That Luminous Taj

True love unfolds,
born out of affection,
akin to spiritual emotion,
matures into no exaggeration.  

A love has understanding,
trust, patience and care,
far beyond physical world, 
a philosophy beyond explanation.

A power which conquers fancy love,
a chapter kept alive in history,
a dynasty which does not decline, 
but stays fresh forever into eternity.

Copyright ©2001 B. T. Chettri
 




Oil on Canvas ' The Dancer'



Pencil
An Angel at Sundarizal 
An angel descended,
Dirt faced,
Feather knotted tresses,
In brown tattered dress.

Many of her kinds,
Mostly she struck,
And awoke a soul,
Left unprotected to fate.

                     Life devoid of  even a  tinkle,
                   In complete isolation,
Embraced by silence,
Sound unknown.

Nothing to hear,
Zilch to fear,
Mute to answer,
Vacant space outstretched.

Blankness to destiny,
In complete void,
Speechless even to protest,
An Angle left to fate. 
Copyright © B. T. Chettri
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Creativity

Art is self-expression, exploration of one’s creative imagination, understanding of different  cultures and history, which teaches tolerance to live in diversity as an individual in the global society.



Acrylic and Fabric Paint on Fabric 'Kumari the Living Goddess' 




Watercolor 'The Dawn' -Lakeside
 ‘The Nature Mourns' 
Early morning roses,
tantalizing dew drops,

breathing in the fresh air,
lingering fragrance.

Wavering light of gentle sun,
intense as the day matures,
colorful petals all blown,

deforestation has grown,

                                                             Serene panorama,
                                                               charismatic wilderness,

Monsoon 2010 Photo 
       the gentle breeze,
       no longer exist.
 
 Rebound in the nature,
   afflicts the globe,

     anticipation at the horizon,
          as the Nature mourns.                                            
             Copyright ©1989 B.Chettri

Crow
Self-worth
This is a story of two best friends,
Their names were Ghee and Crow,

       Both worked hard to meet their ends,
       This might lead you to lift your brows.

While Crow went to toil in the field,
Ghee cooked mouth watering meal.

                                                      The food was always delicious,
                                                      This made Crow grow suspicious.

                                                  Crow was now green and inquisitive,
                                                   Sneaked behind to play a detective.

                                                       What could be seen?
                                                      Ghee heating a saucepan!
         
                                                 Jumping in and jumping out!.
                                                 Melting in jumping out!

                                                   This was the reason behind,
                                                     For the food to taste so divine.

                                             ‘Why should I be less than him?’
                                               ‘I could do the same,’ he hummed.

                                              While Ghee went to toil,
                                              It was Crow’s turn to heat the oil.

                                                     Crow thought now he knew,
                                                     ‘I could cook the stew.’

                                                Guess, what happened?
                                                 He was totally jeopardized.

                                                      Just then his friend came in,
                                                       Saw him screaming with pain.

                                                  Switched off the stove and said,
                                                  ‘Tell me you are not in vain?’

                                                     This was my Mum’s heirloom,
                                                      Relayed in the family room.

                                                              By B. Chettri 2001

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