Nithila's Sketch book

Few snaps from my daughter's sketch book...

Merry Christmas!!!

Nithila with her Christmas Tree " Merry Christmas"

Nithila's Santa !!

A Poet's Questions!?

Photo: Chaliyar river, Kozhikode

Like frightened birds
From my pen fly the words.
Where are the branches to perch? 

Like a string less kite
All wayward in its flight
Why do I hopelessly lurch? 

Like a midnight flower
I am wilting at this hour
Who has caused me this smirch?

Like an oar less boat
With the current I float.
What are the answers I search? 

Why?!

Nithila at L'amicale Club, Chennai

"Papa, Please
tell me why- 

the sky's so high 

and the cows
don't fly?" 

To my daughter -
I had no reply....
....... sigh!!!

Time! Ephemeral...

Time, Poster color on Paper- art by ashok

Time! Ephemeral earthly days

Freaking, fleeing like frightened prey. 

With every tick the clock says, 

"Beware! 

Numbered is your noisy fray". 

  

  

Eternal race, here no one stays; 

Passing Puppets in this phony play. 

Colors melt and fall into grays; 

When 

the countdown ends– wither away! 

  

  

The mind thinks in surreal ways; 

Realizing not the impending slay. 

Shunning, running from the moral rays; 

Awake! 

O! Frivolous, fleeting, living clay!

My Life

I run
A reckless race
At a hectic pace;
A discontent chase
in a twisted maze. 

I feel
The passing days
And parting ways
With every new face
A blurring haze. 

I live
A life in disgrace;
The shallow place;
Cramped in space
Painted in grays. 

I await
The smallest trace
The morning rays
That can efface
My past malaise…