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Bruce Wayne by Bhargav08 Bruce Wayne :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 23 0 Samudragupta by Bhargav08 Samudragupta :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 1 0 A song of renunciation by Bhargav08 A song of renunciation :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 6 0 Aurora by Bhargav08 Aurora :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 38 4 Ultimate Destiny (The departure of Siddhartha) by Bhargav08 Ultimate Destiny (The departure of Siddhartha) :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 10 3 Shakti by Bhargav08 Shakti :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 6 0 Emperor Bharata by Bhargav08 Emperor Bharata :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 11 0 Keyur by Bhargav08 Keyur :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 7 0 Kiriti by Bhargav08 Kiriti :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 6 0 Harihara by Bhargav08 Harihara :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 12 4 Ganga by Bhargav08 Ganga :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 11 3 Hannibal by Bhargav08 Hannibal :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 6 0 Beneath the heavens by Bhargav08 Beneath the heavens :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 19 4 The Divine Melody by Bhargav08 The Divine Melody :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 6 0 Ram by Bhargav08 Ram :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 11 1 Arjun by Bhargav08 Arjun :iconbhargav08:Bhargav08 15 3


Ananiel, The Singer of Dark Songs by PeteMohrbacher Ananiel, The Singer of Dark Songs :iconpetemohrbacher:PeteMohrbacher 3,935 47 A ship in the sea. by JJcanvas A ship in the sea. :iconjjcanvas:JJcanvas 1,605 44 Skyward Restaurant Alley by onlychasing-safety Skyward Restaurant Alley :icononlychasing-safety:onlychasing-safety 994 47 Starry Tiger by TamberElla Starry Tiger :icontamberella:TamberElla 2,825 47 The Lament of Sathariel by PeteMohrbacher The Lament of Sathariel :iconpetemohrbacher:PeteMohrbacher 3,593 59 Calypso by Ashline-illus Calypso :iconashline-illus:Ashline-illus 1,024 72 Luna by FleetingEmber Luna :iconfleetingember:FleetingEmber 1,578 52 The open book by ElenaDudina The open book :iconelenadudina:ElenaDudina 1,675 231 Polilla by YunaXD Polilla :iconyunaxd:YunaXD 1,231 55 Healer's Towhee by TLCook Healer's Towhee :icontlcook:TLCook 2,229 75 Sacrifice2 by wlop Sacrifice2 :iconwlop:wlop 7,099 129 Ramey and Jehan -Commission by NazNemati Ramey and Jehan -Commission :iconnaznemati:NazNemati 296 0 Breaking bad by trungbui42 Breaking bad :icontrungbui42:trungbui42 82 6 Jeanne d'Arc by ArvL Jeanne d'Arc :iconarvl:ArvL 197 14 Street sunset by arsenixc Street sunset :iconarsenixc:arsenixc 1,566 57 Avila Beach by chateaugrief Avila Beach :iconchateaugrief:chateaugrief 1,958 113



A digital painting of Emperor Samudragupta (4th century CE) playing Veena. His glory is well-known in India, so I don't need to describe his valour and triumphs elaborately. After the fall of Mauryan Empire in 1st century BCE, there was no stable empire that kept its stable reign for almost 350 years. Samudragupta of Gupta Dynasty was the first to revive the glory of legendary Mauryan Empire by conquering 75% of Indian Subcontinent.

However people are less aware about his cultural inclination. He was a tremendous poet, musician and a writer. He had composed many poems and natikas. This particular painting describes a scene from the story I've written. It is based on Samudragupta's conquest. 
A song of renunciation

An arid song

That the nature sang;

Through the cold sighs

Of the ocean waves.

‘A piece of art

The fall made,

Reversing the strokes

Of the orange paint;

Like an ascetic,

Abandoning mundane.

Though with shedding leaves

Its heart ached,

Yet it withered

In a cold frost flame.

For it has a boon for beauty,

But it also bears a cursed fate;

That it must surrender,

Whatever it claims.’

A song of remorse,

That the nature sang;

The autumn’s sacrifice

For the winter’s fame. 

- 'A song of renunciation' by Bhargav Patel.

Ultimate Destiny (The departure of Siddhartha)

As the cold breezes of wind invaded through the walls of his mind, Siddhartha paced towards the direction of Ganga. The horse, despite Siddhartha’s best endeavours, was reluctant to speed. Perhaps his master’s acts had saddened him as well. The vast skyline of Kapilvastu faded behind as the magnificent gleaming starry sky revealed itself to his eyes. The silence of midnight was starting to bewitch Siddhartha’s mind with its exquisite melody. However abandonment has its own impacts. Soon the bewitching beauty of night created an illusion to lure Siddhartha back to his former self. Glittering particles formed into lovely faces of Yashodhara and Rahul as they gazed into Siddhartha’s eyes. They seemed full of questions to which he had no answers yet. But the path he had chosen tonight was a pursuit to seek the answers to his questions. And perhaps when this pursuit should come to a conclusion, he might be able to answer those questions as well. However the sadness in their eyes were devastating.

“Grief is certainly not their destiny,” Siddhartha spoke to himself. “But then what is destiny? And what is grief? Parting is inevitable. Then why grieve for what is to come for sure?”

As his mind conquered the mist of grief; those faces, the illusion vanished in the gleam of night. However the conquest on grief is not the ultimate conquest. What about love and compassion? The glittering particles, triggered by the clouds obscuring his mind, formed into a face of King Shuddhodana, his father. His face seemed quite pale, probably longing for his love for his son. His eyes asked Siddhartha about the future of his kingdom, about the legacy he was destined to carry, about his duty of a son. Siddhartha was aware that he was loved immensely by his father and that his departure would crucify him. He was the heir to the throne. An only hope for the people. Why should a son forsake his duty to his father, and an heir-apparent to his kingdom?

“I forsook my duties,” Siddhartha muttered, “in order to seek the greater kingdom. This mortal kingdom would have certainly brought me prosperity and glory. But my mind would not be satisfied with that. It aspires the ultimate kingdom of knowledge. Perhaps one day, I shall fulfil my duty by sharing the fruits of my pursuit.”

The illusion vanished once again, as Siddhartha’s mind triumphed over his nobility. He recognized the path he was proceeding to be the way to Vaishali. The fierce flow of Ganga accompanying the melody of cold starry night was probably the greatest unison Siddhartha had listened to. Soon the night was deep and closer to sunrise and Siddhartha stopped near the bank of Ganga where the water was quiet and slow. He caressed his fingers through the hair of his horse and gazed up at the murky sky bloomed with the twinkle of infinite stars. The most beautiful glimpse of the universe reflected in his eyes as if it resided within them. Siddhartha dismounted his horse while his white shiny cloak fluttered in the wind. He stood near the horse while its glimmering eyes pleaded him against his will of abandonment. Gautama brushed his fingers compassionately upon its flawless face.

“It has been my fortune that you have accompanied me in my long journey, my friend,” he said softly. “And I owe you a great amount of regards for that matter. However your destiny resides in Kapilvastu. The remaining fate of my journey must be accomplished only by me. I have renounced everything I had, including you. Therefore you must return to the city for you belong there. Do not follow me on the path I have chosen. Do you understand?”

The horse did not respond. However its eyes reflected his inconvenience. Siddhartha embraced his companion warmly for one last time. But his friend was not ready to abandon him. Siddhartha turned around to proceed on foot. However the horse followed him quietly, determined not to let him go. Upon seeing its reflecting floating upon the surface of water, Gautama stopped and turned towards his friend. He went closer and said, “Do not make this difficult for both of us. You are no longer bound by your duty to accompany me. However, should you still desire to follow me, take this as my last command! And I believe you shall obey it heartfully. Return to the city and serve to thy king and acquire glory for that thou deserve.”

The horse quietly nodded, still devastated in the grief of parting. Gautama turned around and proceeded on his path. The horse gazed at his reflection floating upon the surface of water. It was illuminated by a divine wheel. A spirit of ultimate enlightenment illuminating upon the mild waves of water. Perhaps, a glimpse of his destiny… A glimpse of his ultimate conquest.

(Inspired by the tales of Siddhartha Gautama)
Story and Image by : Bhargav Patel 



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Bhargav Patel
Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
I'm a Computer Engineer and aspiring Digital Artist. I use Photoshop for Digital Painting and Photo-manipulation, and have been enhancing skills in Graphics Designing. Besides, I've been working on my writing skills too.


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Menkhar Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :-)
annewipf Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2016
Thank you for the watch :hug:
Krshn12 Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Good to visit your profile.
PlaviDemon Featured By Owner May 7, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for fave and Watch me for more arts :)
LindaMarieAnson Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the :iconfavplz: and watch! :iconspazhugplz:
Phaenelys Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2016
wow i love you works
Bhargav08 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much. Stay in touch. More arts are coming soon. ☺
Phaenelys Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2016
I'm sure i ll love all thy works :D (Big Grin) 
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