Saturday, November 29, 2014

Ode to AAC




Raised to the heights of eternal memory,
A regal campus that gleams;
The sun never looked brighter
Than above this mansion's dream.

But, more than a mansion indeed,
It is more, and vast and supreme!
This campus has got its stately students
Living their grandest dreams.

Morality never darted higher
Than by each year as its standards improve:
Formed since 1937;
Each day, imparting something new!

It is the teachers, 
It is the team,
It is the teachers
That make it come true.

Laden with a million apples,
Reach out if you want its fruits!

-Heenas Haseeb

     Written with special gratitude towards Madam Principal Dr. Jayashree Gosh, our benevolent Head of the Department of English Literature Dr. Archana Sardana, our former Head of the Department of English Literature, Dr. Jayashree Prabhakar and all the selfless lecturers of Anna Adarsh College for Women and team for providing constant support, encouragement, dreams and proper structure to all its students and helping us reach the final years of our degrees with dignity, peace and love.

[The image above was taken by me]

Thursday, November 27, 2014

My Meals




[GIF by Heenas]

The day dawned and brought with it a nice and calm weather. I curled up comfortably on the window sill and I looked outside to witness the glorious morning birds as they made my eyes turn big and my tail wave with anticipation, even though my eyes were usually thinner in the daylight time. It is said that a million thoughts run through a cat's mind that cannot be fathomed easily by mankind.

"What is this mankind though?"

I wondered as I accidentally meowed loudly and thought that my people never made me feel that way. I only thought that they were overly grown cats at first, but now they are my claimed family members, just the same as this area is my own 
claimed territory too.


A jolt of agonizing anger suddenly rushed through my nerves as the thought of that grey trangressive CAT that was meowing over my wall yesterday passed through my mind. "How preposterous such uncivilized actions are!" My tail started to wave slighty faster, without my knowledge of it. "Did not that cat..."

"Tiger! There you are! Awww, Look at you..."

My family lady came speaking to me in her weird immitative voices of things I could not decipher. Perhaps she tried to immitate a bird sometimes or may be the way I mewed or purred but, her mimicry was overly flawed and she never really cared to rectify it. 

Either way, she caressed my back and I had to give her a positive response- in order to encourage her for her efforts. She had those long and slim fingers of hers that she obviously found rather hard to handle. I was grateful I had claws... I did criticize her sometimes by flicking my paw for not brushing me right, but eventually she got better at it. So, I had no complaints.

"Uhhh! What's that!?" I thought to myself as my ears immediately sharpened towards the sound and my eyes darted to the sight of that filthy dog down on the road, dancing by the garbage can.

He was making unnecessary noises as people passed by him; must be his way of calling for attention- which seemed rather undignified. All I had to do for attention was manipulate people's minds.

A slight widening of the eyes and a cute fluffy curl and the humans fall all over you... It is a technique you learn and master over the years with unendurable training; and to hit the precise mark and notes takes practise.

Sometimes, they even tried to store my looks and actions in tiny boxes that flashed and I would always pose for those, but that is another story and I would not blame myself for falling for  such an immature action in this case.

My favourite ball was soon thrown my way and I gave a calm look towards it since there was no such thing as peace in this house. When you live here, you learn to endure the direst of intrusions and interruptions. How disruptive this was but again, these humans would often hunt food for me, though without any practice nor skill for it but, they do often surprise me by serving food to me at the end of the day... They always seemed to make it!

I was thinking of food now. So, I went on my way down the greyish stairs and the many twists and turns of this human layer to finally find myself at the Heavenly junction they called "kitchen" or as I usually liked to call it and all the food, "khurrrmaw!"

Oh yes... Food... I would sometimes find it ready at my eating place, but most often it was not there and so, through a bout of several meows, I had to remind these humans what they were forgetting.... Their special member's important meals.

-Heenas Haseeb

This Rainbow



Like a looking glass
Your vivid rainbow 
Encircles our globe,

You dawn down 
To see Your subjects,
Heavenly as it floats:

Brings in awes
We cannot neglect,
All step to stare and share!

Their memory,
Your greatest gift-
You dawn down to see us fare:

A quick eye through every hole,
An understanding 
For the head;

Over every village,
A concern and over every city,
A frequent slate.

You dawn down 
To spread your mercy,
We treasure its showers

From miles above, 
The clouds do care
To trickle as they hover;

Crops and trees, 
They rustle 
As they remain green

All that is good 
Never was rendered 
More beautifully than by Thee!

We dutifully kneel down in cues
Only to see Your might! 
We pray as Your blessings enlighten 
Each step to our delight.

-Heenas Haseeb

This poem was originally dedicated to the picture found here: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap140930.html and was written on the same day as the picture was taken.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Quick!


[above drawing by Heenas Haseeb, aka Snowy]

Quick!

The furious speed brings distance passed,
unrelated creeds
that travel fast;
In a second, a jiffy,
you could win or loose!

It is in the moment,
you can never snooze!

The clutch and the right gear
A belt shut tight
open your eyes to this quick race
such is life.

-Heenas Haseeb

NOTE:

The image above is the car (La Ferrari) I drew using the Sketch Book app a year back... Looking forward to drawing better stuff and more...

Thank you for reading and all the support! :)

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Siesta Key Beach





The sands of time surrender to the silent waves

Made of quartz, soft and cool
To touch your souls
At the waves that fool:
Your mind and, you rewind
To feel your life.

A moment realized, for you can’t but laugh.
Just let go!
The wind is soft and airy;
You see:

The air superiority blue sky
Touching the tiffany blue
With mild sprinkling of dew dust,
Here, and there too.

Red, purple, yellow, pink people and sails;
People standing, resting;
Beige ridiculously seen through trails
People, the sails and the pleasures left.

Shades of life, shades of colors
To a rainbow blessed day!
The beach, you see far and wide,
Away from the city’s haste.

Yet, there it is still!
The cities ringing behind the shores,
 Peeping, standing, for the rest never stands assured.

-Heenas Haseeb

[The image above was taken by me and my family]

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Whither Flieth Poetry?





(A revival of the archaic)

Composed of truth,
With thoughts so slowly;
Words processed from within,
That tell a story.

Every syllable a number
That counts, you tally!
But people use it not,
They feel sorry!

Modern critics to mordern theories,
Peotry has evolved 
To so much more than holy
Yet clipped still...

Oh wherefore hast thou lost all power?
From the ancient time,
A thing of reverence;
Now a simple antique flower?

Poetry doth flow
With immense pleasure,
Providing humanity with what was lost;
Today poetry is not a pleasure?

New techs, songs and all
To Minimalistic liesures give growth
Fat and unthinking, with cruelty
poetry now, so still, it does not flow.

Is it the thing of the past
With poets so little to write?
Actors so vastly renowned
Wherefore flieth its life?

Did not poetry in short and crisp
Words so complex or rustic 
For its readers
Portray its thoughts so wholly?

What was easy to reach, so far,
Wherefore is immediate poetry?
We that share its sympathy,
Have brushed it aside so coldly.

Moves you stronger than books 
With rhythm and a story!
Tells more in the shortest words
With feelings overflowing!

Then wherefore is poetry today,
Do you not read it seriously?
Would have swept all masses of impurity
Had it been the staple to your rationality.

[The image above was taken by me]

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Craft a Movie


Good Days



Want a really short gif movie? Well ask away! and I can make you a hand-drawn one with the quality of the gif above. Leave the artistic details to me, just give me your story for the movie and see how it comes alive!

I'm still new here and may not be that good. But, I shall try my very best and hopefully make you as happy as Marc was when I gave him his gif (the one above).

Tools I use: Tablet to draw and Photoscape to animate. Pardon me, for I do not have highly upgraded tools yet.

Also, if you need tutorials to draw something you like, feel free to ask me and I shall try my best to provide you with a good and easy to follow guide.

Thank you!