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
I had it lined up perfectly, the fantail in my sights,finally settled on a bough, after its endless flights.A poem taking shape, through the focussed image,the prey within its beak, at rest after a scrimmage. Suddenly there was crashing, close behind my back,I wheeled around instinctively, the sound of a crack.There she was staring at … Continue reading 21 seconds
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
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!
(A Haiku spotlighting fragile habitats) She flutters about,a new lifecycle awaits,a mother’s instinct. For the precise host,and the only sustenance,scouring the coppice. Misfortune beckons,thickets touched by human greed,a sparse foliage. Tired wings stagger,time and vigour on the wane,unbending instinct. A forsaken nook,of stunted hardy herbage,a singular host. Eggs promise new life,The past gladly ebbs away,Axe … Continue reading Of Verdurous Preserves
The lockdown threw us off routine in our lives,making us do things not quite for the archives.While you may hear stories serious off the graph,Bet you haven’t read a tale as this worthy a laugh. With home arrest the outdoor view got restricted,and so did the species of birds to which addicted.Left on the list … Continue reading The Sparrow’s Tongue
https://youtu.be/cIIdgtdebZE One hesitant step,then move forward other feet,on with the scramble. Over shrivelled wood,treading splintered jagged bark,yet firm strides onward. Passage treacherous,vulnerable though wary,despite camouflage. Intent on the crown,where winds serenade lithe boughs,shade and sustenance. Thus progresses life,myopic yet far sighted,in a perspective! – Narendra Nayak © 2020
A moist spattering,trickling down the soft petals,awash with fragrance. Dribbling onto leaves,soaking viridescent blades,steeped in herby scent. The bland inception,an aromatised journey,headed to dirt drenched! [Featuring: Madagascar periwinkle (Catharanthus roseus) taking delight in a light drizzle] – Narendra Nayak © 2020
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!
(The CombatAnt Chronicles) Prologue: In “A(i)n’t Just a Rant!” you read how CombatAnt fearlessly attacked a sparrow (or rather, its beak) who came pecking at a mound of boiled rice that Team Beta on foraging duty was in the process of raiding. In the ruckus, CombatAnt left the scene of action clinging on to the … Continue reading Crisis and a Chrysalis