Showing posts with label crayons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crayons. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2013

Illustration Friday ...."Yesterday"


Just like yesterday,
I picked my crayons.

Just like before,
I drew the Red Fort.

But this one will never be as stunning,
as the Red Fort I drew when I was five.

 



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Illustration friday... "New"

 Women of India..
Let's hope for the New,
Let's ask for a better tomorrow,
For a better world,
For me and for you.

In memory of the brave young 23 year old gang rape victim 
who succumbed to her horrific injuries and stirred a nation.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

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.




Thursday, September 6, 2012

Illustration Friday..."Identical"


Clay pots huddled together, 
Each one identical to the other,
 Yet I will choose, 
My eyes cannot be fooled.
 


Friday, August 17, 2012

Illustration Friday...." Teacher"


Amongst the palms and the lush green fields,
The village teacher frowns..."Do you know the table of 6 ?"

Never mind if I do not know my tables well,
But ask me about the seasons, the birds and the trees,

And I will tell you amazing things,
That I learned in this beautiful place,

Outdoors, in the lap of nature!

Monday, April 9, 2012

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.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Illustration Friday......"Bottled"


 Bottles of perfume and fragrances galore, there's a special one, I'm looking for.
The essence of all my happy moments, memories of laughter and joy,
bottled forever for me to enjoy!
My bottle of happiness will be full to the brim (while that small one of sorrow will be rather slim)