life

Dilli

I opened my sketchbook and drew the India Gate,
standing tall like a doorway to stories untold.
Beneath it, I placed tiny dots of people—
tourists, school kids, dreamers, all walking through history.

Next came rickshaws, buzzing like cheerful beetles,
and a tea stall where steam curled into the winter sky.
I shaded the domes of Rashtrapati Bhavan,
imagining them as golden crowns balancing on the horizon.

Even the pigeons in Connaught Place looked proud,
as if they knew this was no ordinary city—
but the heart that beats for millions.

I smiled as I signed my page.
Today, my passport had Delhi stamped in pencil.

✨ Where would your Pencil Passport take you today?
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Penguin Pose


Penguin Pose
I drew a penguin today, neat as a gentleman, with a bowtie that almost made him wink.
He stood so still on the page that I couldn’t resist—
I sketched myself right beside him.


Now we looked like two friends,
ready for a photograph that only a pencil could click.
The air felt colder, but my heart felt warmer.


✨ If your pencil had wings, where would it fly?
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The Weight of What We Hold

We often find ourselves holding on tightest to the very things that are slipping away. Perhaps it is because, in their resistance, they show us our deepest longings. They seem to promise permanence in a world where everything is passing. A role we once grew into but now no longer fits. A bond whose warmth has faded but whose memory we cannot release. A dream that once shone bright but now feels heavy. We cling harder even as life whispers that it may be time to let go.

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