A Whiff of the Wild Western Ghats

The figures waving at us from way up in the lush hills before us appeared only a few millimetres tall and that was my first moment of realisation that we had somewhat (?) fallen behind the rest of the ten, 15-to-50s friends headed due north-northwest trekking along the Duke’s Nose trail from Kurvande village, Maval. … Continue reading A Whiff of the Wild Western Ghats

Self-be-leaf

(Tanka of an enlightened leaf) Some form muddy poolsyet some others run down drainsblessed to make few pearlsthose that run off lose their selfthe resilient shine forth Water sustains liferelentless my thirsty rootswhat worth then these pearlsan ephemeral miragenot ego let deeds make me [The tiny, newly unfurled leaf of my Colocasia plant juggles with … Continue reading Self-be-leaf

Bare Reflections

Brown may be my colour yet, my heart is still alive, roots yet drink from the damp soil, my branches still do thrive. All summer long I fought the blaze, yearning an ashen cloud, not to see you eye my limbs, sharpened axes in the crowd. I sense my moment has come at last, there’s … Continue reading Bare Reflections