A pen in my hand,
mind wandering, thoughts adrift.
I often doodle.
Nothing concrete, nothing specific.
Random tracings, casual rough drawings.
Lines taking shapes,
of huts, flowers, mandals.
Caricatures on diary pages.
Social feed is full.
Short reels, easy sketching hacks.
Tutorials too.
Stimulated, I attempt,
Oblivious to world.
Quick glance at DIY books.
The first task is to find a muse.
Still, motionless…
I find my inspiration in a whatsapp sticker.
On a crisp A4 sheet,
disproportionate kitty,
scribbled with HB lead.
FM play in the background.
A maid scuttles around with chores.
Something sizzles in kitchen.
I draw.
I draw.
And then subtly
cotton-blend my first creation.
I feel happy within.
Ah! Someday mayhaps,
I too shall master this craft.
Learning like poems.
And here I am.
Giving finishing touches to
Angel…
All this while, my mind is wandering,
thoughts adrift.
Hurriedly I scribble on a rough sheet,
some random words.
A couple of redrafts.
And here I am.
Giving finishing touches to
Angel…
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.