Calligraphy or something like it...

For the love of words and colors ! ~Beant K Dhillon~
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Watching the sunrise and the sunset.

The first part is poetry by Maggie C Royer, you have a beautiful way with the words Meggie!

From a punjabi song “collaborations”: “rang de leya chunni nu mutiyaare ni mittran di pag warga”
(You have dyed the ‘chunni’ in the same colors as that of your lover’s turban)

Acrylics, fiber-tip marker on paper.


Practicing with brush.

Main taan peeni ae: Ink, Black fiber tip marker on paper.

Two versions of the same piece.

The lyrics are taken from one of my recent favorite songs by Wadali Brothers - Main taan peeni ae 

Below are the lyrics with my amateurish efforts at translation:

Aj sajna tera na(am) lai ke, tainu kol bitha ke peeni e,

Today, I shall drink to your name, with you next to me, I shall drink

Aj botal wali nahi peeni, aj nain mila ke peeni e,

Today, I shall not drink the wine from the bottle; today, I shall drink from your eyes

Oh peeni vi ki peeni e, jehdi aj peeti, kal leh javey,

What use is that drink, which intoxicates me today and wears off tomorrow, 

Aj aisi kuch madhoshi de, jehdi umar bhar(aan) layi reh javey

Give me such a high today, that it lasts for a lifetime,

aj paimane vich nahi peeni, aj jaam luta ke peeni e,

Today, I shall not drink from a chalice,today, I shall drink with abandon.

Another one with the new brushes…and with some spilled ink!

A Community of the Spirit” by Rumi - Present for a dear friend (, her favorite poem

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.

Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands,
if you want to be held.

Sit down in the circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.

Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.

You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.

Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.



From Rumi – Selected Poems (Penguin Classics)

Translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

Taken from:


B’day present for a dear friend….poem written by him…

(via musingscalligraphy)

OOOOOOOOOs or Small Roses?

The beginning of it all…playing with oil paints to look for interesting colour effects….

Carnival- What better way to experiment with all the colours, pens and brushes than today :)!!!

Text used based on ‘Rio Carnival Poem’ found at: