Sun signs in sanguinity, sceptical swarms of species surface, seek not servitude, sprout! – Narendra Nayak © 2018
Rarely do we come across a more robust, evocative and versatile proverb than “A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss”. Because, depending upon the situational context, it can be interpreted with both positive as well as negative connotations. If gathering moss be equated with thoughtfulness, stability, steadfastness, forming roots, holding one’s ground, accepting responsibilities, facing adversity … Continue reading The Moss Code
Punctured aspirations; Deflated resolve; Patchy existence; Guiding light; Tireless repair; New dawn! – Narendra Nayak © 2018
A forked road ahead will not ever matter, your furthest aspirations it never can shatter, cause if resolutely you’ve set your goal, any options en route shall play no role. Both paths start with the same sunshine, the aim and purpose those you’ve to align, branches in a tree always plenty there will be, but … Continue reading A Fork Never Matters (unless you’re drinking soup)!
Type go scroll and click, all you seek on a platter quick, PPTs may be quite slick, though grey cells go slowly sick. Unleash let go flex and flee, back to nature to live free, tors vales holts rills, that soul and mind long to see. Unshackled though it would seem, the mouse too lives … Continue reading Shackled Reverie
None of these! The abundantly dung-endowed, narrow, winding, mud tracks; quaint, brightly coloured houses with red-clay Mangalore-tiled roofs, each having their own coconut, betel nut, banana, mango, jackfruit, kokum, breadfruit trees, a courtyard with a cow dung floor and a tulsi vrindavan holding centre stage, compound walls of neatly stacked laterite stone with dried fern … Continue reading An En’tree’ting En’tree’
Three fishermen ye three fishermen, set off before the break of dawn, from banks of mire to the river aflow, pushing the boat with all their brawn, dipping the oars in the cool dark swell, guiding the path to the nets they’d cast, wonder what fruits this dawn will fetch, earn some bread or is … Continue reading For Bread They Fish!
Playing truant strolling up the hill, no more they wanted to do the drill, to go to school and learn by rote, trifling matters that silly poets quote. Dumping their bags and lunch packs, peeling the wear off their weary backs, they sprinted over the lush grassy knoll, the alluring pond was their only goal. … Continue reading In the Pond of Eternal Youth
O’er the tranquil waters I float, abrupt a gentle wake, my mate passing by nudges me, from my dull slumber awake. Moored to the pier I watch envious, him off on a trip downstream, whither my oarsman he’s away so long, leaving me tethered to dream. Ripples of wind on the placid waters, lure me … Continue reading Out of the “Blue”
A symphonic treasure trove of hues, melodies, aromas, flavours and textures underlies our worldly existence; these five senses manifesting in abundance at various moments during our lifetime in the form of memories, experiences, deja vu, reveries, dreams, hopes and desires. Our world is an aggregate of very thin slices of a multitude of such events … Continue reading Welcome to “A Sliver of Life”