Art

Morning walk treasures

I don’t have to look far
For inspiration
Sometimes,
It lies by my ked-clad feet
At other time
It circles
Leisurely
From the sky
Petals, Feathers, seeds
Bidding adieu
To their tree….
Finding refuge
In my sketchbook and me…

There is

There is
In the core
A certain strength
That keeps
All the flowering petals
In beautiful harmony

Pug Pleasure!

Motu has taught me the joy of sitting around flowers, at his level.

Not the sophisticated opportunities of being around a vase elegantly filled with hand-picked beauties, but the ‘son-of-the-soil’ types, where one barges into a blossoming flowerbed head-on, dislodging and dispersing fragrance in all directions…. Smelling leaves too, because everyone smells the flowers, duh!

So, as he sits amongst flowers, smack in the middle of them, trying to pass of as a daisy, … I linger nearby, sitting on grass, inhaling appreciatively, the subtle delicacy of sun in winter and the blessing of a playful pet, one who teaches through example, what it means to enjoy the ‘simple pleasures of life’.

Of Words And Visuals

I open my journal to write my thoughts.

The lines, instead of falling into a neat cursive hand, elongate themselves into birds and flowers and animals… It’s like my language is finding a different story… It’s not interested in what happened yesterday, or other long drawn out tales of living, like a good journal should be.

It is more interested in what fills my heart.

I question its timing… Like, can’t you wait till I get better paper… Better pens… A well-thought out composition? But it doesn’t care… So a scene pops up on ruled paper, I know it’s not going anywhere, I know it’ll stay within the folds of this diary to be forgotten soon, like the hundreds of others that have pushed the words out of the way and grabbed hold of the visuals… Quite like an erstwhile Charlie Chaplin movie.

Free Floating Joy

Amidst the complexities
Of life
I try to keep things simple…
A morning walk
No small talk
Eyes on the road
Searching
The debris
Of a tree
That’s shed
It’s petal load..

A Morning of Leisure

Mornings are so beautiful!
Surrounded as one is
With pencils pens colours
Fallen flowers and leaves
Articles to read
It’s a gym for the mind and hands
Deciphering colour and form
Line and light
And of course,
The chai helps, so much!

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