A relentless dream to fly, to soar in the lazuline sky, since wings alas we lack, a brain we have to rack. So we send up birds faux, intent to rise like hawks, some with tail and wing, others on miles of string. The paper birds when die, and bid the heavens bye, fall back … Continue reading Freeze!
(The CombatAnt Chronicles) Prologue: In “A(i)n’t Just a Rant!” you read how CombatAnt fearlessly attacked a sparrow (or rather, its beak) who came pecking at a mound of boiled rice that Team Beta on foraging duty was in the process of raiding. In the ruckus, CombatAnt left the scene of action clinging on to the … Continue reading Crisis and a Chrysalis
BrilliAnt was in a soup. At least in her dreams a few hours back, she was merrily floating on a leaf in a vast pool of green pea soup – a nutrient-rich haven (5% protein by the aroma, no less, mind you!). But now, back at work, that pleasant dream had turned into a stinking … Continue reading The Rant A(i)n’t Over!
Imitating wasps but a sting we have not, bright bands warn without being caught. Given a fly’s head and large eyes to spy, unlike a wasps’ four, two wings to fly. Hovering around flowers, nectar we seek, much like bees pollinating, yet so meek. Our larvae feed on aphids, save your crop, in being beneficial … Continue reading Have you met Hoverflies?
(A philosophical sparrow articulates quiddity of being) Cold conurbation, devouring viridescence, lifeless existence! Pursuing a niche, antagonistic expanse, voluminous void! Cerulean skies, within the watering cup, delusion beckons! A convex mirage, hope desire aspire, meniscus allure! – Narendra Nayak © 2020
BrilliAnt was in a pickle. Already deep up to her thorax overseeing the assignment of the N Division worker ants for daily foraging duties, she had been burdened for the rest of the month with the onerous task of calculating the daily nutritional loads for the notoriously hyperactive ant larvae of Sector MCMLXXII. Silently cursing … Continue reading A(i)n’t Just a Rant!
(A birdy wooing in the present times – of course in haiku, and yes of course, translated from parakeetese!) He (swaggering): O bewitching wings! of the viridis flutter, not native I see? She (dodging): From a far off land, I arrive in the city, seeking grains of hope. He (bold): You land in the lush, … Continue reading A Squawk to Remember!
(A bird’s POV expressed in haiku) Change is in the air, or has the air itself changed, perhaps destiny? Noises abated, the songs sweet nectar to ears, yet human uproar? Fresh and cleaner breath, neither smog nor fumes to brave, still faces shrouded? No grime on the earth, summer blooms in abundance, none to admire? … Continue reading B(l)eak Perspective
The evening that followed the afternoon blaze was surprisingly balmy; the spot of gentle breeze flowing in from the grasslands of Aarey perhaps being one reason, and the whiff of strong fragrance of the Copperpod flowers only accentuated the feeling of benign calm. But in that late hour just before dusk the usual gang of … Continue reading Of Bitter Sweet Lessons
(A Tale in 3 Haiku) Scene 1: Two birds on a flex, claiming right of perch to swing, aiming claws and kicks. Scene 2: Wise bird interferes, why behave like human beings, show thy gift not guile. Scene 3: Chastised birds make peace, what’s with these two asks a fourth, “the bane of mankind!” [Featuring: … Continue reading Unchained Malady