Watercolor

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

Fruitless Pursuit

One half-eaten pomegranate fruit
Greed for taste
Plucked in haste
Thrown as waste
I thought
Birds knew better
Than us…

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!

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..

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