Passing through the day,
in a silk shirt, a pencil skirt,
hair gathered in a loose bun,
a few strands dancing with the wind.
The sky hangs grey,
autumn leaves rush by—
their colors whispering goodbye.
Tag: drawing
Letter #6 – 10/04/24
Let’s not let the beauty of art fade away
*This is a letter I wrote last year, now finding its way to my blog, lest it be forgotten.*
#29 Patch it up
Day 29 Inktober : Patch
They asked her to keep it simple.
Play it safe.
With black and blues
Whites and grays.
To which she obliged.
But sometimes she would get away
To patch up with life
By setting ablaze the town
With her flamboyant gowns.
#28 Hot and Crispy
Day 28 Inktober : Crispy
In the rains or when the weather is cold nothing is as comforting as a plate of hot crispy samosas with a cup of tea to warm the bones.
#27 Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark
Day 27 Inktober : Spark
You can’t start a fire
– Bruce Springsteen
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
#21 Fuzzy Bunnies
Day 21 Inktober : Fuzzy
A room full of soft fuzzy stuff like plush rugs, pompom throws, velvet pillows, sheer curtains with tassels, extra soft socks, woollen sweaters, and fuzzy bunny slip-ons. With warm and inviting colors like white, cream, pink, and brown to make the kind of room that I’d love to nuzzle in with a book and a fluffy cat.
#18 Moon Boat
Day 18 Inktober : Moon
She used the moon as her boat to sail through the darkness of the Milky Way.
#13 Attic with a View
Day 13 Inktober : Roof
I was attempting to draw an old cottage that has an attic with a tiny window overlooking the meadows but it’s nothing like it and looks more like a house. 😀
Windows are so Dreamy
A window looking out to
a white cherry blossom tree
With a steaming cup of hot coffee
On the window sill.
A writing desk by the window
Stacked with books.
Sheer curtains on the edges,
Moving gently with the wind.
Arms in the Air
Day 9 Inktober – “Throw”
For dance was her expression of freedom. Moving smoothly like a breeze, sometimes flowing vigorously like the waves. Sliding and gliding, swinging and turning. Always energetic, always having fun. Her final dance move ended with her head held high. And every time she threw the ruffles of her skirt in the air in the passion of her dance.
Nuraine Sadaf 