As the Koel shuffled away clumsily, glad to be rid of me,I was sure my muse by then had, taken that time to flee.Expecting disappointment, I turned to the Terminalia tree,behold the Fantail yet there, playing with its prey in glee. As I raised the lens to focus, back on the fanned out tail,it gobbled … Continue reading Fanning the Tale
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!
(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
(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 raptor surveys, its realm trampled upon, beastly predator! [In the frame: Black Kite (Milvus migrans) in silhouette at dusk; Aarey Guest House, philoAarey Forest, Mumbai] – Narendra Nayak © 2020
Sunday mornings of late are devoted to a stroll, camera at the ready, through the untrodden paths within the Aarey Forest in suburban Mumbai. At the far end of the path downhill from New Zealand Hostel is a tiny pond which remains slushy at this time of the year, trying to manage with an insufficient … Continue reading Yellow Cattle!
My eyes seek the light that lies beyond this darkness. I hope it lives. Hope besides hope. [In the frame: House Sparrow (Passer domesticus), male; Mumbai] – Narendra Nayak © 2019
When my nest won’t be tangled, and my tree not likely strangled, while my river will flow undefiled, my forest allowed to grow wild, my pastures left free to forage, my wings not bound in cordage, will ever I wake up to this sight, or forever sleep filled with fright? [In the frame: Pied Myna … Continue reading Yet I Dare Hope
Just as the warm colours lit up the dawn, up from my catnap I started with a yawn; preening my feathers I primed each wing, eager to be off lest my mates should sing. From perch to perch through tangled bush, with low short calls startled prey to ambush; fat juicy critters, ’hoppers, ’pillars and … Continue reading The Magpie Calls
After an arduous trek lasting about an hour I reached the grassy banks of the small lake. It was not the walk itself, which stayed uphill most of the time and then the descent on the other side of the mountain, which was demanding but rather the high humidity and warm stifling air that sapped … Continue reading A Pain(t)ed Stork!