Thursday, August 30, 2012
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, August 13, 2012
Illustration Friday ...."Freeze"
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Winter lakes that freeze
A shikara still goes by
Beautiful Kashmir
....haiku
An attempt at creating a haiku- A short English verse of 3 lines with a 5-7-5 syllable structure. Haikus have a more complex structure in Japanese poetry from which it originates.
Sometimes less can mean more and fewer words can describe better the scene before us. That is why I love the simple haiku. You can interpret it in so many ways.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
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.
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
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