Maison de Van Gogh : A Sketch

The small cafe in North West of Paris where Vincent van Gogh spent his last final months.

Sister Death, You Dance Well.

I waltzed with death for the third time last month. A third encounter seems too much for a single lifetime but the fact that I am here today proves something. I know how she moves, but oh she's a tricky one. 

I have been reading an unhealthy dose of poetry lately; just anything to keep my mind off sickness. I took up my pencil after a long, long time and made a few sketches. Sometimes drawing is the only thing that prevents me from going mad. 

This is my humble tribute to the master artist Vincent van Gogh.

"I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, 

and I will go on with my drawing."

— Vincent Van Gogh

Autumn Haiku #2

Arms folded

leaning on her rusty window sill

she dazzled the moon.

Autumn Haiku #1

Autumn moon

seeping through my window

I’ve got mildew in my bones.