I'll be true to myself,
Hoping you will do the same.

Leaving nothing to fate,
I will fight for my destiny,
Hoping you will do the same.

In life's unpredictable game,
We are the pawns set against time.

Not letting others dictate my life,
I will set my sail adrift without fear,
Hoping our paths join the same.

To make art

A lazy Sunday afternoon,

Cool wind and a view of the Champaka,

Its golden flowers wafting sensuously..

An urge to paint overwhelms,

Out comes the canvas or perhaps paper or a plain shirt.

Pencil and crayon buzzing hurriedly.

A race against time begins.

Corrections and eraser dust mounts,

Paint splashes in a riot of colors,

A complaining neck and a grumbling stomach ensues.

Finishing touches… And more corrections , a smudge cleverly hidden in another form,

A picture clicked and we are done.