Making memories
All the buds and flowers that I pick up
get crammed into one space occasionally
Each day some new elements
Are picked
and
The old,
Discarded
Together they form
An assorted album
Of beautiful memories
Joy
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!
Illuminate
drab days
with some colour
says the heart
To the hand
Dance of the peacocks
Rhythmic and ever existing
The dance within them
Comes to the fore
Once in a while..
To delight and mesmerise us
Mere Mortals..
