Bird, Decollated!

Two days into his stay at the farm he knew something was amiss. Each morning he had woken up to a crisp cool dawn of the early spring days, the air redolent with the heady bouquet of the hillside blooms and the mild rays of sunshine diffused through a curtain of thin fog that hung … Continue reading Bird, Decollated!

Fanning the Tale

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

The Convex Meniscus

(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

B(l)eak Perspective

(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

Yellow Cattle!

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!

Yet I Dare Hope

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

The Magpie Calls

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