The Drunken Leaf

(A leaf expresses in Tanka upon a delightful drizzle) A little splatterI bow with a grateful heartrunning off my skintrickling down to the parched eartha dampness that kindles hope The blessings do poursoaking my soul in delighta warm cool wetnessit seeps into loamy depthsto rise in my surging veins – Narendra Nayak © 2021

Esse

(My first attempt at Tanka) Embellishing greensa sprinkle of radiancethese gems from heavenbringing succour to our souldrizzle of vitality [My pumpkin (Cucurbita pepo) patch continues to feature in my odes as the curious tendrils reach out to relish the cool wetness of the unseasonal drizzle.] – Narendra Nayak © 2021

A Seed-n-Tree Life

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

Twisted Love

(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 Grassious Presence

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

No Ground Rules

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

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

Yours, Suspiciously

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

Featherweights!

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!

Of Verdurous Preserves

(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