Dormant lies within,as a formidable vault,a blueprint of life. Amorphous of self,coded profound yet concise,precursor of life. Stoic and acute,quietly all along aware,the purpose of life. [It took about 4 to 5 weeks for my Butterfly Pea (Clitoria ternatea) pods to go from tender green to dry brown before I could harvest these for the … Continue reading A Seed-n-Tree Life
(A haiku on antithetical munificence) Expansive enfolds,succour to the destitute,interweaving trope. Propitious dawn,blistering blinding lustre,encircling twilight. Cogent impetus,on convoluted journeys,spiralling intent. [This haiku takes off tangentially – quite unlike the profusion of tendrils that now erupt from my pumpkin (Cucurbita pepo) plant; seeking, exploring, discovering and selecting various surfaces to twine around with the singular … Continue reading Twisted Love
(A haiku of hypocoristic metaphors) Bloodied revulsion,the brittle overstrung life,a sanguine comfort. Lengthening shadows,abject furtherance exhorts,anchoring largesse. Presumptuous fate,an abundance to bequeath,underpinning hope. [This haiku takes root – or rather, support – from the tendril. The tendril is a modified stem or leaf and is a threadlike, prehensile, chemotropic appendage which possesses a twining tendency … Continue reading Tendril Love
As the world rushed decisively towards the hour of first light, an assortment of creatures – some content and some unfulfilled, though all weary and wary – began making their way to the familiar sheltered warrens of the meadowland. The tall grasses, lithe yet resilient, set into motion a delightful dance with the rising morning … Continue reading A Grassious Presence
Passing through a green pasture, men cutting grass,I knew what was to be, a scene I would not let pass.Cause I spied a black drongo, on a perch a keen eye,soon there would be drama, a silent hue and cry. Soon the field cleared, egrets and mynas flew in,poking amid the stubble they let the … Continue reading No Ground Rules
Kung Fu Panda, Narendra's cut:Cut to scene- Oogway is ambling away towards the peach tree, leaning on his staff, with Po tagging behind, eyeing the peaches lying around the base of the tree. Shifu follows cautiously, at a distance, lost in contemplation. Suddenly, a seedling pops up from the ground. Seedling (exhilarated): "Hey, I'm born!" … Continue reading Just Chilli’n!
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
Neo may have been enlightened when the little boy told him, “There is no spoon.” But this isn’t the Matrix and there isn’t any enlightenment, though there is illumination – a blatant manifestation of “light”. The spoon does exist – a polished, refulgent, stainless steel spoon – though you do not see it as such, … Continue reading Take it Lightly
I have a lingering suspicion that some species of birds have long conspired to make photographers look as silly as a goose (why do I get a feeling that geese must be on the board of directors of that conglomerate!?). OK, truce. As silly as a sheep, then (I will tackle this when I get … Continue reading Yours, Suspiciously
The moment was at hand, the feed to appear soon,when water would be filled, millet seeds be strewn.Eager were the sparrows, for breakfast at first light,quite busy the day ahead, for chatter and some flight. Then whooshed in two greens, screeching beaks of red,flapping hovering threatening, keen to steal the bread.The sparrows chirped and cheeped, … Continue reading Featherweights!