For three hundred million years, these wings have seen no fears, per second beating thirty times, in a flash they can change gears. Flying six ways or levitating, sweeping skies eagerly waiting, mid-air is where the action lies, be it baiting or for mating. For ages we have had a connect, your culture giving us … Continue reading A Dragon’s Ire
Skies overcast, Aves downcast, Forests fading, Men invading, Foliage lost, Steep cost, Boughs stripped, Fronds ripped, Nest unshielded, brood yielded, Refuge blown, Battle zone, Darkness ahead, Forsaken fled, Whither retreat will your wings weary, We will always leave your eyes bleary… [In the frame: Black Drongo (Dicrurus macrocercus) in silhouette; Aarey Forest, Mumbai] – Narendra … Continue reading Nowhere to Fly
A fragrant green bog, wisps of a chilled fog, merry gurgling stream, frogs soak and dream, the silent shallow stills, frilling those lofty hills, carpets of furry moss, hollow logs lie across, the musty loamy soil, where tiny insects toil, a rustling forest floor, a grunt a howl a roar, light whistling breeze, the busy … Continue reading Beyond the Wall
Agate in the fields, paddy verdant stand and sway, harvest bears true jewels! – Narendra Nayak © 2019
On a fine morning blessed with clear blue skies, about three weeks back, a pandemonium of Rose-ringed Parakeets (Psittacula krameri) descended upon our neighbourhood in all their emerald glory. Swinging on the high-strung cables, our broadband lifeline, the five females and two males started putting in a regular appearance – thrice a day – since … Continue reading I See You!
This one takes off from my narrative of June 4th, “Tempest in a Teapot?” (https://asliveroflife.wordpress.com/2019/06/04/tempest-in-a-teapot/), in which I recounted how a team of house sparrows had fortuitously aided the creation of a mini-forest of foxtail millet plants within the confines of my tulsi planter. In due course these plants flowered and fruited, yielding millet seeds … Continue reading The Farmer Sparrows!
In a verdant forest rich and thick, choicest berries and nectar to pick, Jocosus spied in olive and yellow, dazed and soaked who’s this fellow? You look like me except the hues, but suffering quite a case of blues, whence you from, whither bound, don’t mind but never seen around. I am Gularis from the … Continue reading Human(un)kind