
Day 11 Inktober : Sour
When life gives you a lemon put it in your mouth and enjoying a souring ride.
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Day 11 Inktober : Sour
When life gives you a lemon put it in your mouth and enjoying a souring ride.

Day 5 Inktober : Raven
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
– From the poem Raven by the literary genius Edgar Allen Poe.
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Day 4 Inktober : Knot
She tucked in wildflowers in her messy braid, just like the free spirit that she is.

Day 3 Inktober : Vessel
While growing up I have seen Indian women walking home carrying water in mud pots on their head. Though an arduous task, I cannot forget how graceful they always looked!

Day 2 Inktober: Suit
All the places that I’ve been dreaming of visiting since 2019. Well, the suitcases are packed and waiting, hopefully soon I can check them in.

Let’s sit somewhere idly and watch the world go by. Let’s wave at the little school girl across the street. Let’s not look at the scary smoking guy wearing an old torn pair of jeans. Let’s smile at the dog near our feet. Let’s point fingers at the tall skyscrapers and at the plants in their balconies. Let’s look up at the sky as a flock of birds return to their home in the trees. Let’s talk about the weather and the chilly evening breeze. Let’s just sit together. Holding hands. Doing absolutely nothing.

A rustic wooden door,
An old forgotten home with broken walls and bricks,
Dried lifeless plants turned crispy and brown in broken pots.
Does anyone live inside?
It looks like it,
There’s a broomstick outside.
Probably, an old woman?
Probably, a family with too many mouths to feed?
Probably, a man who waited too long for his loved one to drop by?
Probably, a recluse content within himself?
Who knows..
What is the story,
Behind this mysterious attractive door.

It doesn’t matter if the night is dark
When there are vintage lanterns,
To light up the streets.

If you often find yourself lost in thoughts
Let them all be flowery.
Why give room to the dark and dreary.

Day 31 Inktober – Crawl
Crawling through 2020,
Inktober drawings saved each day,
And I guess I snailed it.
*End of Inktober 2020*