I’m an artist, traveler, and storyteller whose work is deeply inspired by the serene beauty of Shillong, where I grew up.
I’m an artist, traveler, and storyteller whose work is deeply inspired by the serene beauty of Shillong, where I grew up.
I’m an artist, traveler, and storyteller whose work is deeply inspired by the serene beauty of Shillong, where I grew up.
Surrounded by lush hills and rich cultural heritage, I developed a profound connection with nature, which flows through my art.
Surrounded by lush hills and rich cultural heritage, I developed a profound connection with nature, which flows through my art.
Surrounded by lush hills and rich cultural heritage, I developed a profound connection with nature, which flows through my art.
My paintings are a vivid reflection of landscapes, memories, and life experiences, each telling its own unique story. To me, art is more than expression—it’s a way to inspire, evoke emotion, and forge meaningful connections.
- R. Choudhury
My paintings are a vivid reflection of landscapes, memories, and life experiences, each telling its own unique story. To me, art is more than expression—it’s a way to inspire, evoke emotion, and forge meaningful connections.
- R. Choudhury
My paintings are a vivid reflection of landscapes, memories, and life experiences, each telling its own unique story. To me, art is more than expression—it’s a way to inspire, evoke emotion, and forge meaningful connections.
- R. Choudhury
Seahorses
Seahorses
I used to dream for
wings to fly across
the seas that always
pull me to sit till
the twilight zone
hours when I wait for
waves to bring a bottle
with a treasure map to
find a hidden fortune
for one day I would
buy the Seahorses to
take me to secret islands..
there to wait until
I can find my God or
at least find a message
on the golden sands
washed by all the waters
of this universe in a
relentless cycle of life
I dread to awake to the
midnight moon raining
silver beams to read
the words of the prophet
that are written by fairies..
indeed there is an order
from the times in space
celestial battles gave
birth to the planet sun
supreme giver of light
to warm our eyes with
the best joy of nature
each breath we take makes
moments of silence but
there will be the seed
of man in this universe
till the Seahorses remain..
I used to dream for
wings to fly across
the seas that always
pull me to sit till
the twilight zone
hours when I wait for
waves to bring a bottle
with a treasure map to
find a hidden fortune
for one day I would
buy the Seahorses to
take me to secret islands..
there to wait until
I can find my God or
at least find a message
on the golden sands
washed by all the waters
of this universe in a
relentless cycle of life
I dread to awake to the
midnight moon raining
silver beams to read
the words of the prophet
that are written by fairies..
indeed there is an order
from the times in space
celestial battles gave
birth to the planet sun
supreme giver of light
to warm our eyes with
the best joy of nature
each breath we take makes
moments of silence but
there will be the seed
of man in this universe
till the Seahorses remain..
What Thoughts Do At Times
What Thoughts Do At Times
What Thoughts Do At Times
Whenever I remember you
it soothes my mind like
a Sufi song we used to
hear in the cafes
on the beaches of Goa
sitting in silence
watching the sun evaporate
into the the depths of the sea
and twilight paints the
skies with a myriad of hues
the sea gulls fly away
till we witness the birth
of a new moonrise....
it was a time without care
as we took our love
day by day to explore
new places and make friends
for a day or two hoping
to meet again someplace
new but maybe I was wrong
to chose stability leaving
you with a promise
for you had a way with
words but was there any
empathy in them...
now as we come to the
end of a long journey
your image still ignites
a desire to find how
you have fared in this
hiatus you always needed
to conquer to become
free from the storm of
my poetry for the dead
cannot read you said
to write more joyful
chapters where Sufi
saints make deserts bloom...
Whenever I remember you
it soothes my mind like
a Sufi song we used to
hear in the cafes
on the beaches of Goa
sitting in silence
watching the sun evaporate
into the the depths of the sea
and twilight paints the
skies with a myriad of hues
the sea gulls fly away
till we witness the birth
of a new moonrise....
it was a time without care
as we took our love
day by day to explore
new places and make friends
for a day or two hoping
to meet again someplace
new but maybe I was wrong
to chose stability leaving
you with a promise
for you had a way with
words but was there any
empathy in them...
now as we come to the
end of a long journey
your image still ignites
a desire to find how
you have fared in this
hiatus you always needed
to conquer to become
free from the storm of
my poetry for the dead
cannot read you said
to write more joyful
chapters where Sufi
saints make deserts bloom...
