Astonishing Acrylic!ย 

Exploring acrylics is very exciting. The way it flows and merges is absolutely beautiful. It is free and whimsical like an elf-spirit. 

These are some of my experiments done today ๐Ÿ˜Š


Letter Box that once was…ย 

Once a receptacle for hand written letters and postcards, creator of memories that were lovingly wrapped in satin ribbons… Or provider of  ‘Dear John’  letters, lies forlorn. 

A forgotten relic in a dumpyard, collecting cobwebs, dust and rust… A far cry from the past

#letterbox #postman 

Mom knows Best!ย 

Dry bamboo behind a potted plant. 

Who else but a mother can think of giving pride of place to anything drying or dying ๐Ÿ˜Š.

My mom specialises in picking up seeds and leaves and placing them in the most artistic manner, for her own joy…Every time I visit her, there are new flowering plants in small bottles and jars. She makes a collection of them on an antiquated table that has seen better days… And makes it look fabulous. It seems like she discards nothing… Just puts it to different use. โ˜บ๏ธ

There are frangipani flowers that fell out of a hairclip, adorning an evergreen plant in the living room. From a distance, it looks brilliant! Guests wonder if they can take a ‘cutting’ of this unusual plant… Much to moms delight.

In the night, when even owls might struggle to navigate their terrain, my mom trapezes over pipes and flower beds to make me smell the fragrance of her latest Blossoms! She knows each and every flower by heart… She inspires me by her enthusiasm for small joys.. Those are the big ones for her ๐Ÿ˜Š

I love this about her!

This one’s for you Mom ๐Ÿ˜! 

#Watercolor #handmadepaper #sketchbook #journaljourney #mom

Unfamiliar Faces

Unfamiliar faces

In familiar lines
Talk of forgotten times
Were you a passenger
On a slow moving train?
Or a pedestrian crossing the road
Carrying some unknown load?
Our glance might have met
You are a stranger yet
After that ephemeral glimpse
Your essence stayed
In some corner of my mind
Along with thousands of memories
Like in the pages of a sketchbook
Waiting for me to grab a pencil
And take an inward look… ๐Ÿ™‚

#Sketchbook #strangers #faces 

Moonlight Musingsย 

I turn to you at night

Towards your gentle light
When the days harsh glare

Is just too much to bear
To obliterate from sight

All that was overly bright
And offer to me instead

Before I go to bed
Your cool silver shower

With all its healing power
And then I sleep like a child

My curtains pushed to one side
Knowing you see me too

Just like I see you…
Waxing and waning with grace

Maintaining your perfect pace… ๐ŸŒ›