Some Recent Paintings

This is an addendum to my post above.. I received a mail from the director of the Art Club. It stated that “they loved my paintings, and thought that they were excellent.” But, yes there is a but! But none of them were selected by the Judge who was from another state. SO I brought my paintings home and hung the one of the bird in the nest in my drawing room. Looks quite good there, me thinks!

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Just thought I would post a few of my paintings here. Not trying to brag or anything, just wanted to let you all know that I am keeping myself busy. I paint every night. Every single night!
Quincy is a small town, but it is a very eclectic and culturally sophisticated town. Every year there is a Juried Art Show, and the members of the local Arts Clubs and public are invited to submit their work. On a lark I had submitted two paintings last year in November. Just because! I knew very well that I was a nobody in the rich artistic membership of the town. However, I about dropped my dentures (J/K) when I received a letter that both my paintings were selected and will be viewed by the judge who came from another state.
So this year, I thought I would do the same. I know that…

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Hour Glass

  • On the 21st of June 2012, I had seen a picture that Janet @slmret had posted on her blog (xanga), showing the way the trees were bent due to the force of the wind. It’s an amazing picture; I had to sit and write about it. This poem is for you Janet.
  • When you tell me you don’t need me
    I think of the time you’d said
    you couldn’t live without me.

You say nothing matters anymore
But I know everything matters
More now, than ever before.

Like sand flowing through the hour glass
you say our time has come and gone
and refuse to look at my lowered head

So many questions in our mind
some unanswerable
others unfathomable

Like branches of trees on the sea shore
leaning away from their trunks
accepting decades of wind’s fury

My body leans towards you
Hoping to stop the passage of time
wishing for more sand in the hourglass.

Zakiah Sayeed
June 21st 2012.

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GHOSTS

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Long fingers of memories
touch the satin of my soul
evoking desire of that time

when we walked around hand in hand
snug in our own cocoon
of comfort, ignoring

threatening looks and sly glances
of family and friends
oblivious to the hundred tongues

that chastised our romance. And
today I reflect on these memories
like wisps of smoke, like ghosts

reminding me of my days that had
seen the amber skies~~ when I’d thought that
my life was picture perfect.

Ghosts of memories from decades gone
circle the pretentious calm of my being
teasing me, taunting me on this fog I call life.

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Some Recent Paintings

Just thought I would post a few of my paintings here. Not trying to brag or anything, just wanted to let you all know that I am keeping myself busy. I paint every night. Every single night!
Quincy is a small town, but it is a very eclectic and culturally sophisticated town. Every year there is a Juried Art Show, and the members of the local Arts Clubs and public are invited to submit their work. On a lark I had submitted two paintings last year in November. Just because! I knew very well that I was a nobody in the rich artistic membership of the town. However, I about dropped my dentures (J/K) when I received a letter that both my paintings were selected and will be viewed by the judge who came from another state.
So this year, I thought I would do the same. I know that just because my paintings were selected last year, it doesn’t mean that they will be selected again this year. But hope and greed go cheek by jowl, me thinks! So here are the three paintings I have submitted this year. Let me know what you all think.

The first one is a watercolor painting of a bird sitting on the eggs in a nest in the fall, as seen by the color of the leaves. I painted this  month or so ago.

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The second painting also is a watercolor of a cheetah hidden in the bushes, almost telling me, “I see you!” I painted this also around May or June of this year.

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The third painting, is a sad depiction of the fires in California. A photo was published in the local newspaper. I had sat at the breakfast table and couldn’t take my eyes off that photo. So I decided to paint it and titled it Despair. Also water color.

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The next few paintings are just something that appeal to me, flowers and leaves and birds. This one of the pigeon hangs in my studio downstairs. It looks as if the pigeon is asking, “did somebody knock”? I kind of like the bird droppings on the ledge and the sill.

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These leaves I picked from the driveway, and etched around them. For contrast i added some silver foil to the painting, which makes the back ground shine

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Finally, I love to paint flowers. I painted this a couple of nights back. M thought I should have submitted this on for the Art Show. But I know the caliber of the paintings and artists that display their work there, and my work is absolutely nothing compared to what there will be.

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I am also trying to get back to writing a little.

OUR DREAMS.

The colors are the same,
with same beginnings and
same ends
of my dreams and
of your dreams.

We will walk together
hand in hand always.
seems like this meeting
and this symbiosis
of you and me, was predestined.

Life of my life,
your sorrows I own now
I give you my joys in return
so your beautiful eyes
can dazzle my world.

We shall dream together
have our own beginnings
share our one destination
of love and passion
to be your life and give of my life! 

Zakiah Sayeed.
http://www.amazon/author/zakiahsayeed.

 

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My Treasured Words

Wake up from sleep,
feeling the mist of rain
through the open window.

Drop by drop
drip, drip drip,
soft, steady and rinsing;
close my windows, there’s
mist of rain on my ‘post-its’.

My treasures,
my little pieces of words,
on little shreds of paper,
on backs of discarded envelopes,
my fractured words,
from the depths of my sleep!

They beg me to save ’em
just so a poem can be born in the morning;
Please close the windows
and keep the misty rain
from erasing my treasures.

 

 

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I have no regrets.©

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I left you, the land of my birth
With an endless ache
I was dedicated to your alleys
And to the fields of sugarcane and rice,
The red clay and the coconut palms
And the melody of the songs
Sung by women, bent double
Ankle deep picking rice–

I hear those melodies even today!

Now in a different land, with
Different laws, for different people
Power rests with the wealthy and the white.
Jungles of concrete and steel–
I wonder at the days I’ve spent
Away from the simple life of my other land!

Sometimes through laughter
At times through tears
My heart has called out
To the pictures of my land and home
Fulfilled all demands of desire
Kindled every pain and cared for every sorrow.

Today, here in this land
I have no regrets over this love or that,
My heart is patient and carries all the stigma
Except remorse!©

Zakiah Sayeed.
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Shifting Sands.

I have shared with you the fact that my nephew’s daughter was accepted to the School of Journalism at UCLA, with a full scholarship. I now want to share with you the article that she had written at her undergraduate degree class in India. This article, titled “Shifting Sands” was written about the Syrian Refugee Crises. Her college liked it a lot and sent it on to New Delhi to some government office, who turned it to The UN Office, who in turn passed it on to UCLA Journalism school.

UCLA sent her an email at the end of January, inviting her to the school as a graduate student. She thought it was a hoax, and did not respond. Two weeks later in the middle of the night in India, she received a call from the Dean of the School in LA, asking her to kindly consider her attending the school of journalism with a full scholarship. She ran into her parents bedroom and told them the news, and they talked to the Dean, and needless to say, they were happy that she was offered such a chance in such a prestigious University.

Everything after that was a whirlwind of activity. They all went on their annual winter vacation to different countries in Europe, returned home and finally made it to California on the 14th of September. We met up with her and her parents on the 16th and stayed at the Beverly Wilshire  A Four Seasons Hotel till the 25th. She found a condo for herself across the campus, (not cheap by any stretch of imagination), and we got her settled in.
I want to share with my readers the essay that she wrote. There are a couple of typos, and I am so proud that this young girl wrote it so well. More power to her, is what I say.

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