Inside the Drawing Block I

Chinar Cottages- Flipping through Past Pages

Morning

The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The couquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning. The Wind is hiding in the trees, A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, Until the rose says “Kiss me, please,” ‘Tis morning, ‘tis morning. With staff in hand and careless-free, The wanderer fares right jauntily, For towns and houses are, thinks he, For scorning, for scorning. My soul is swift upon the wing, And in its deeps a song I bring; Come, Love, and we together sing, “ ‘Tis morning, ‘tis morning.” By: Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dreams

Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

Learning to ride the waves

I am a little boat.
Looking for a big adventure

I get tossed in the wind
I get towed by the current
I get farther and farther away from my home
The excitement fills me
The fear thrills me

I yearn for my comforting bed
I long for a warm bread
But I cannot go back now
I am made to ride the ocean
I am made to sail the seas
But for now, just this present,
I am still learning to ride the waves

Alight! Flipping through past pages

This chandelier sets the mosque alight... and alive.

While flipping through my travels to the northern areas of Pakistan, I selected this beautiful chandelier in a mosque in Rawalpindi. 

Reine des Violettes

Freshly cut from the Garden, beautiful Reine des Violettes

O Glorious Sunset

Olive Garden

Two food lovers go to this warm Italian restaurant. This place has only goodness to offer.

We are offered some homemade bread out of the wood oven and olive dipped in olive oil to go with it. Of course this would be incomplete with out some butter.

We order a Pizza and Pasta, some Saudi Champagne to go with it. 

The food is right out of the oven, delicious and tantalizing. 

The sweet and delicate herbs with flavoured cheese and savoury sauces break havoc on the taste buds.

Simply Incredible.

The ambiance adds miles and miles to the journey we make towards eating. Our senses are drunkenly transported away to some far country side.

And on our way out, neat piles colored of earthen ware bid farewell.

I feel like a big fat cat who has smugly indulged and feels the warm fuzz all over.

and in the end, goodbye to The Altar of Happiness... for now.