 Sutanu's
world is one of conflict and resolution, of dreaming of doing, of doing
and being. Having fought his whole life to find his identity, Sutanu puts
the emotions of that quest into his paintings, letting the feeling flow
onto canvas or paper, and then, he says, "putting the entire thought
behind me".
In Sutanu's own words:
After a prolonged period of doubts, denial and fear came the realisation
that this physical reality was not true for me. That continuous sense of
non-belonging became very valid ,but it also gave rise to an attraction
for the two-dimensional world of lines and colours. The play of images –
they just come to me effortlessly. And I feel connected to the whole world
,only while drawing, rest of the time I am doing a continuous acting –
the act of living...
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Realisation
To take birth
Is to come out
Of that sacred darkness;
To live
Is to penetrate
The mystery of that darkness;
To die
Is to go back
To the shelter of that darkness.
Sutanu Panigrahi
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The pain will cease
Do not despair, do not despair
Friends will return
The heart will rest
Do not despair, do not despair
The wound will heal
Do not despair, do not despair
The dawn will appear
Do not despair, do not despair
Now it will open
The night will end
Do not despair, do not despair
The climate will change
Do not despair, do not despair
Faiz Ahmed Faiz |
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Witness
Emptyness inside
Suddenly takes over
And fills the entire universe.
Absolute stillness
Where nothing moves
Nothing ever happens.
Like a witness
I watch myself
Living somebody else's life.
Sutanu Panigrahi
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Talking to God
More blissful than
A thousand pious acts
Is for You and me
To come a step nearer
By way of friendship.
Come, rest a while In my bosom
From the toil and weariness
Of Godhood.
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Love
From where
Does it come and
Turn everything else
Meaningless
Run my fingers
Through your hair
And watch you
Fall asleep...
That's what
I would ask for
As my last wish
Before my death
Sutanu Panigrahi
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Waiting for ever
I follow you
Everywhere...
In the bus
In the crowd of the market
On the road
I search for you
Inside the darkness
Of the parks
And the narrow lanes
Everywhere
From the public loo
To the Hanuman Temple
You
Never ever
Even look at me
Because I myself
Am invisible...
Sutanu Panigrahi
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Emptiness
I live
Only when
My eyes are shut
I watch
This stranger's body
Covered with hair
Without those curves
And full breasts
My erection
Stands hard
Mocking me
Like
A poking finger
Unbearable.
This is not me
I live
Only when
My eyes are shut.
Sutanu Panigrahi
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