I found this drawing on Pinterest and was so attracted by it that I attempted to draw the same for the sixteenth day of Inktober. Even though not as good as the real image, I had fun sketching this one.
Link to original drawing and the blog is pretty amazing too: Shihori Obata
This has been kind of a dream job, wearing a basket over the head, picking those tender and fresh tea leaves and plucking them traditionally by hand. I know it’s not easy at all, but I would love to visit a tea estate in India someday.
How many times are you going to enthrall me with your colors, dear nature? Yes, I love the flowers that bloom on you but look at you.. Your leaves are changing colors too. From sweet green to flaming orange and burning red So bright, so bold. How do I stop admiring your wonders? How are you so strikingly beautiful? Look at you stand under the bright blue skies amidst the green meadows, Wearing your red and orange leaves. Yes, the temperatures are dropping but you don’t seem to be afraid. Grounding me to be fierce and hopeful With you all over again.. Hello Autumn, let’s embrace the cold days ahead.
It perched on my windowsill Looking for a tidbit; A place to rest its weary self, Eyeing the view.
I drew close, in awe of its silhouette Deep, black lined eyes, Rotund, fragile, and beautiful.
But the sight of me made it retreat Farther and farther on the tiny rim. Until it could no longer stand And away it flew; So quick, so sudden, so soon.
– Madhumita Paul
A lovely poem contributed by my dearest friend Madhumita Paul. Thank you for sharing this with me and the community. If you enjoyed reading this, then don’t forget to show your love and support by liking or commenting below. Looking forward to more of your writings! ❤
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It was noon, sometime in June, when the wildflowers had started to bloom. A straw hat on the head for the groom and a dusty pink gown for the bridegroom. In the golden light of the summer sun, people glittered like shiny pearls. Glasses clinked, lovers winked, kids frolicked holding orange ice cream. Eyes sparkled with merriment, there was a magical happiness in the air. Celebrations, weddings, garden parties, on sunny days are always the best.
It’s so peaceful. Another world, Another universe. The sound of waves gently lashing on the beach. Each one with its own song to sing. If only you could hear, At a far distance – a bird No, lots of birds – their sweet calls Then someone calls me .. Breaks my reverie, And I’m back on this beach, On earth. I look around. I can no longer hear the music of the waves, Lost are the songs of the birds. I am in this world Trapped! I want to be free …..
– By Abizer Lokhandwala
Spotlight is a new category on Into Words. Here, I will be posting poems from people who have shied away from sharing their work/don’t have a platform to publish their work/never considered putting their work on a public platform.
Sometimes we don’t realise how good our stories, poems, and thoughts can be and like the saying goes, “This world needs more art.” and art in any form is always appreciated. This section is all about sharing and appreciating ideas. It doesn’t have to follow any rules of perfection. If you feel you have a story/poem/idea to share, then please give me an opportunity to put you under the spotlight.
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