Jane Chakravarthy
Visual artist, Contemporary poet.

Jane primarily uses abstract imagery, metaphorical tones and irony to give depth to offer different levels on the way her work is perceived. " I rarely have a preconceived notion of what I will write or paint, my creativity comes from my life or vicariously from other people.  I focus my energy to create images or scenes which guide me to purge and create a tangible expression; something I feel.  I strive for my work to have a personal message, even if my point is not closed and easily defined. I am happy if my work connects to others, offers them guidance, hope, peace or just a sense acknowledgment on some level. My expression, creating my art is spiritual catharsis for me,  I strive to let free my woes, to celebrate my one-ness and embrace our collective consciousness."

Jane has recently returned to Somerville after living in India for three and a half years; there she published her first book of poetry and artwork, Love, its Wrath and others, a collection of poetry, prose and artwork, and had several art shows, one notably at Bangalore's Chitrakala Parishat art institute. 

Jane's poetry has been published in various publications both here and in India, she is included in the Bagel Bards anthology3, and upcoming issues of Love is Currency,and Divine Revolution and The Ivory Tower.

www.janechakravarthy.com

Another Time

Where do I go?
The door closes
 I see no light
shadows underneath the door
 no light is there only the reflection of the light in the street
 

Thunder bellows inside my
Incarcerating skull;
  blurred faces before me
 myriad reflections melting
 the face of the mirror 

 Bloodied silver lines
Encroaching upon once stark and angular features
 I ask for you to hold me
to warm me, to microwave my
over abused brain 

Salty water streams from my pores
 I feel the coldness fall to the sheets
turning to avoid now sodden patches beside me
 moisture creeping toward my naked flesh
pricking like a thousand needles
to a cushion 

I close my eyes,
   imagine a place far from here
A place to regenerate the warmth.
 

the first kiss, the embrace, my peace.
some faint  recollection
cannot  feel the golden warmth
did  I  read the book with alacrity and miss the whole point? 

 averting my eyes
the glowing orange sun
I awaken,
 soft hands holding me
the dryness of a morning kiss
I know I am loved.
 
The demons come to me
to make opaque
and I'll accept
but never will I fall to their feet
and surrender

Marianne

She saw the sign and continues the fight
The plight she chose?

Holding her head high
A wink and a smile to her adversary 

The demon of pale naked banality
Yes, she sees the infection 

Sheep are around us
As they subliminally proffer their wares
She will not concede 

The dream of sanctity and belonging
Captivating and oh so easy
If you do as we say 

She will not concede

Joining comrades
 yet without submission
 what she hopes for
 yes, she sometimes
Believes she has

 










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