my lazy pencil
sprawls lines
on a white paper dream

free hand
in a flow,
letting go

in squiggles,
random loops,
and wind-chased waves.

upturned page floats,
waiting for you
to colour me in.

SeaShell

I'm so comfortable
inside my shell
I poke my head out
once in a while
I look around
it might be nice actually
to bask in the
warmth of the sun,
to somersault
with the others
on the beach,
to try and catch
the biggest wave

but there is also
the constant hustle
of excited feet
on the sands,
big and trampling,
that I have to carefully dodge.
nah.. today I just
dont feel like.
maybe tomorrow.

WaterColour

rain,
and the world
sketches itself translucent

trees and hills
start fading away
in wet layers

and I see saree clad
far away dabs
of paint, women

running across fields
with barefeet
and indian grace.

Ink

drop of ink,
on a
white paper crease

folded,
forms different patterns
each time

an uncertain surprise,
fascinating
to my six year old mind

sunday afternoon
tongue sticking out
chubby fingers at work

fountain pen,
open bottle
one clumsy act

and ink
ran across
spilling all over.

blotting paper
on the table
slowly absorbs.