Stifling bounds indoors, stepped out to revitalise, the Mother approves! [Haiku composed on site at: SamBar Pub & Kitchen, Khar (West), Mumbai. @sambarkhar #sambarkhar The inspiring flowers: Bengal Clockvine / Bengal Trumpet / Blue Skyflower (Thunbergia grandiflora).] – Narendra Nayak © 2019
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
The karit (कारिट) fruit (Cucumis melo var. agrestis) plays a small but significant part in the Diwali festivities. After the traditional bath at dawn on the morning of Diwali, it is customary to stamp and split open the fruit by the heel of the foot and taste a little of the bitter juice before commencing … Continue reading A Fruit of Wisdom
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