Illustration Friday ...."Tree"

Tree

A huddle of trees,

Together in the breeze,

They sing a song, it fills the air,

Of the beautiful love they share,

They talk of memories of glories past,

They whisper and hide in the shadows cast,

Leaves and branches woven in a bind,

Their destinies forever entwined.

Illustration Friday....."Book"

Book of life

Life, is a book I write,

A mirror to my soul.

It weaves and wanders,

Falters and flounders,

Every chapter slowly unfolds,

A magical story told.

Illustration Friday...."Carry"

Back in middle school I read this beautiful poem by Sarojini Naidu who is also known as 

"The Nightingale of India"

...and here is my illustration for this delicate and lovely poem

Palanquin Bearers

Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.

Softly, O softly we bear her along,
She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string. 

poem by: Sarojini Naidu

Illustration Friday..."Shiny"

Shiny

On a moonless night,

Near the stream flowing by,

Something shiny caught my eye.

It was the moon in the water,

Floating softly like a silver paper,

It smiled and said giggling,

“I was so bored of just spinning,

I thought I should try some swimming”

As the water turned to a golden dawn,

And the city stirred to a new morn,

The moon jumped up and was gone.

At night by the stream quiet indeed,

May be I will catch a glimpse,

As the moon slips in like a shiny bead.

Illustration Friday...."Vocal"

Voices Unknown

In a room I sit alone,

In the company of voices unknown,

Whispers that seem so loud, so vocal,

Exploding in my head, so real so soulful.

A haze of figures float by,

Whirling, talking as they fly,

Shapes that melt, faces that endure,

I see them closely...the faces are my own.

Illustration Friday...."Popularity"

The popularity spiral, like a whirlpool,

Takes you to the height of delight,

And to the depths of despair.

Illustration Friday...."Forward"

Walking forward on shards of glass,

Broken beneath your feet,

Before you know it,

They will be rounded little beads.