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
Simple Pleasures Of Life
Birding
Nature,
shows in its mellow ways
How simple a life can be
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!
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…
Illuminate
drab days
with some colour
says the heart
To the hand
When ignorance is bliss
Bravery comes naturally!
Sometimes
Sometimes, all it takes is a ballpoint pen and paper to keep one happily occupied for hours while waiting for appointments to happen or flights to take off or journeys to begin or end….!
And one looks at those stolen hours with gratitude… Gratitude for the delays that happen in life because then one can explore, unhampered, unrestricted and unhurried….
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..
