This is beautiful company of sparrows on a small tree , I recorded this video from my rooftop . The sparrows were noisy but seemed so happy , my human imagination . Rumi would say both the birds and the tree are joyful . What would I say ? I would give human tongue to these sparrows . So I tried some sentences down below . Blessings to all life on Earth .

Sparrow #1 Is your stomach still hurting? , I told you not to eat corn again

Sparrow # 2, I was too hungry ,so I ate quickly what I found early that day

Sparrow#3 , please sit far , my foot is sore ,

Sparrow #4 Is your husband still cheating on you and you call him gentleman ,

Sparrow #5 No ,no shut your foul mouth ,and don’t believe rumours .

Sparrow #6 I need to go home early my old mom is so fragile and I believe she has some fever too .

Sparrow # 7 My elder brother beat me again today just because I did not share my book with him, today I will tell Papa about it .

sparrow #8 why I am sad , when I should be happy , my elder daughter will leave home today , she is grown up .

Sparrow # 9 Mom. Please help she again snatched my worm , you just ignored her , it is not fair on your part .

Sparrow # 10 I lost my petite lovely wife some days ago , I feel she is still with me , I do feel her presence every day ,but hardly anyone believes me . You know I just saw an empty twig rocking the other day , it was her but I could not see her with my mortal eyes .

Sparrow # 11 la ,la la , la la la, once there was a prin……

Sparrow # 12 would you stop singing , you are hurting my eardrums ?

Sparrow # 11 Today I found my soulmate , let me sing . ( Sings harder and louder )

Hopefully you enjoyed my writing . God bless all of you . Glory be to God who blessed us with this lovely mortal life . Love you all .πŸ™‚πŸ™

I am glad to share with you this moment of my life . πŸ™πŸ™Ruqia Ismat Friday ,Oct 21 . 2022 .

My Furry son , My Ambrie

It hurts to call him stray cat now. He came to the right place to occupy the right heart. He is beautiful like a pearl . Always talkative and speaks for himself . Tries to play with me . Almost an adult now but instantly turns into a baby as soon as I lift him up .

Well, I refuse to enter the heaven , unless he is given to me one more time . A heaven can’t be heaven without my lovely cats , also my life would be bland without them . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

My watercolor sketch of my furry son” Ambrie, sleeping . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

This Water From The Sky

This devastation is beyond any measure

I wish it was only a bad dream

The ruthless water kept pouring from the sky

Houses , fields , animals and small children just swept away

They watched their heaven being dissolved into mud by mere water

The mighty torrents snatched their land and livelihood from them

They had to surrender all to water from above

All they had, kept running away from them , was it real they doubted

Water a necessity, water a commodity , water a life source , water their old friend

Betrayed them and robbed them from all

Water gave them the distress they would never forget

They even wondered where to burry their dead ones

As there was no dry land left for graves

The life was beautiful and natural only a few days ago

Fathers and brothers worked in their fields

Mothers and grandmas fed and patted their dear animals

Sisters were spreading new embroidered covers on kitchen shelves

All gone , all gone and demolished on a massive scale

Let me wipe your tears my dear human kind

For our hearts are now the only dry land left between you and I

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Saturday , August , 2022.

Note : cilmate -induced rains have recently caused floods and destruction on massive scale in Pakistan . There has been loss of both properties and lives beyond any measure . Being a very sensitive person I have written this poem on the current situation .

Good Day to you my dear kind fellows. Until now I am sure you know what kind of person I am. I came to this world mostly to cherish God s art. It’s so much in abundance that I don’t have even that much time and energy to celebrate that .πŸ’“πŸ₯ΊπŸ₯°πŸ™β€οΈπŸ’•πŸ’—

Anyway here is my Delicate miss Moth. She came to my living room. I took her photo session. I promised to write a nice description about her Muslin gown.

Her amazing gown is made by Almighty Himself. So it’s well fitted, perfect for all seasons, washable, air dry, self cleaned and all that.

What about the designing. Ok I describe from inside out. The body of moth is bright orange. So accordingly her inner layer of gown is wrinkled and pleated like a lingerie. The outer layer is even more delicate and lighter in color tone.

Her gown has inky print, with delicate black streaks and with black leafy dots. Enough now. Thanks for reading.πŸ’“πŸ₯°πŸ™β€οΈπŸ’•πŸ’—


What a lovely cow I have

She is sporty and naive

Her dear name is Molly

Why does mama calls her jolly?

Her squishy tail is way too long

But legs are short and strong

She dozes and yawns

Then sleeps at dawns

My cats are frightened by her “Moo “

Molly says ” send them to a zoo”

She gets mad and speaks louder

Poor cats shriek and meow harder

She then chases all my little chicks

Butts them with her head and strikes with a horn

My dog wonders, why was Molly even born

When it’s time for her grub

Plenty she wants also with a rub

Then she tries to squat and bow

She forgets that she is a cow

Her best friends are squirrels

With whom she dances and twirls

People who assume her vain and naughty

I call them sure shot haughty

When Molly gets furious at her shadow

She dashes blindly and stops at a meadow

Whoever has a life simple and bland

Must buy a cow and withstand

Sunday, August 14 th, 2022

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Animals love us more than we love them. So do dogs. Let’s end cruelty against animals in the world, even through smallest voice.πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ™ŒπŸ’“πŸ’—β€οΈ

Good day to you my dear kind fellows. I am grateful to God for bestowing upon us all the colors that are such a joy for our eyes. The following painting is nothing except arrangement of colours in certain order.πŸ˜€πŸ‘πŸ’—

My water color and color pencils portrait of Empress Victoria of Germany (1840_1901 )

Happy Friday my dear kind fellows. God bless you .πŸ™πŸ’“πŸ™‚

Here is my old artwork from 2018.” Gypsy horse” in watercolor. Most of my artwork belongs to that year.πŸ™πŸ’“πŸ™‚

Good day to you. God bless you always πŸ™‚πŸ±πŸ’—

I found this wild plant growing near my home. Being, beautiful. ,it had to go under my camera.πŸ€­πŸ’•

The tiny dandelions are triggering sneezes.😁😁
Well, after this photography adventure, I am going to put the plant away.πŸ˜„
I don’t know the plant. Maybe some species of dandelion. Both the poufs and leaves are very tiny. Have a nice day πŸ™πŸ™‚πŸ˜€