Evening with goats…

I saw goats. A party can’t be all bad when you have goats,” 

Mary Jane Hathaway
This quote is so true..when you are amongst a bunch of goats…

Went to our favourite haunt…a little village in the outskirts…

As I had my coffee I noticed…a shepherd getting back home..

Most of his flock were following him…except three young billy goats..they got curious about us…

First ..went near the car..may be the red attracted…but soon enough they were mesmerised…by their own reflection..on the car…

&

It was amusing to watch them watch & admire themselves…

If you thought only humans were narcissistic..you should have seen these billy goats..

I then realised …all living creatures are narcissistic…

Then they climbed the raised platform where I was sitting..& stood behind me & watched..,

Any other stare would have irritated me..but I loved the 4 legged stares…

Shared some oranges ..biscuits ….

As sun set..we got up to leave the place..on cue..the three goats ..got down..& walked towards where the shepherd was sitting …

Peacefulness isn’t a set thing ..

It is a feeling..one experiences…it may be big..it may be little..or it may be nothing..

It could be a wee wildflower..or just the evening breeze..or may be the falling leaves…or an unusual little birds song…or just the dark skies..

It could be anything….just have to look for it..& I think ..one should find those moments..& savour it ..before it drifts away…

Peace…is momentary…fleeting..,

Find it.. enjoy it ..while it lasts..

Thing of beauty is joy forever

 

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity……


Emily Dickinson …


May be she meant different mayflowers….


In India …commonly these flowers …gulmohar are called mayflowers….






Iit is a delight to watch this tree…fill up twig by twig…and then cover up the whole tree..with not a single green leaf…

And that is the time she attracts lot of birds..of all sizes & colours…& butterflies too…

Spent a calm morning staring at her…sort of Zen feeling…

Calming…soothing…relaxing….

Just me…morning breeze ..songs of the birds…& clusters of these orangish red flowers…




 
When the season is Spring
And the month is April
Mornings are indeed wonderful

 

 

Mayflowers

Cluster of flowers

So red

A green barbet

Tries to stand out

Amidst all that colours

But ..he realises

It is better 

He takes a back seat

And allow the

Orangish red bloooms

To enjoy the day

While he feasts

On the left over

Green shoots

#aprilmornings

#aprilflowers

#justanotherday

Sunsetyellow lilies

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: 

While the Lily white shall in love delight, 

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
by William Blake
Blake mentions…white lilies…

But my garden has these lovely orangish yellow lilies…

When I noticed those buds last week….i somehow thought it would be a hue of pink…

But…nature has her own ways…

Expect the most unexpected….

With nature …surprises galore …

God’s perfect creation

Me thinks….

If God is ever asked to pick…his/her flawless creation…it will be peacock…

You look at it from any angle…it is perfect…

The prints on its feathers…the depth of the colours..

The arrangement of those more than 100 feathers…

The mix of the colours…there are shades of green..

Shades of blues..& the aptly named peacock blue..a hue probably

A mix of all shades of blue…

A few yellows…

And the perfectly coloured back side mostly Browns & shades of brown's.

His dance…which is poetry in motion….

If there is one odd thing..which I feel ..

It is his harsh call!!!

 

Inside the forest..just at sunrise…in that mellow yellow light…amidst all those

Greens…when a peacock spreads out his beautiful tail…and dances nonstop

For more than 20 mins…it is a visual treat…

And a soul satisfying sight…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His relentless persuasion …trying so hard to impress those peahens…

And failing miserably …not losing his heart…

With his head held high…he just walked away…

Knowing …that one day he will be successful …

No anger…no retaliation

What a dignified male…

A lesson there for human males…

 

One of my favourite quote of a peacock ….

Is a Swedish proverb…

A peacock has too little in his head & and too much in his tail!

I don't think so…he has in his head as much as he has in his tail….

 

 

 

 

 

It was on my wishlist…to see a peacock in his mating mood…

 

And the wish came true…and how!

 

Some wise man once said…

Always be yourself…

Unless you can be a peacock…

 

It is difficult to be a peacock…it is all in excess there…beauty…perfection…

God's exquisite creation….

 

Poetry

It is….

A sultry afternoon…

Warm sun….

Warmer breeze…

All is silent….

But for a lone sunbird…

Singing her afternoon song…

Bunch of tiny flowers…

On the vine…

As blue as the…

Blue spring skies above…

Nods gracefully…

Lost in thoughts…

And…

Drifting away…

I was…

A warm noon wind…

Sweeps by…

Jolts me back..,

And…

There I’m …

Back.,,
In my own 

World…all over again…
A little poem ..

On this #worldpoetryday….

If you have words…& if you have thoughts..

Poems happen..

And prose can be poetry too…

Poetry heals …

And I believe you need not have to be a real poet to write poems

It is like whether you are a singer or not…if you feel like singing ..sing a song…

It is for oneself …

One ought..each day at least…to hear a little song…

Read a good poem…

See a fine picture..

&

Speak a few reasonable words…

Von Goethe..

True that! & if you can …write a little poem too

Dandelions

Some call her ……a wish!

 

Some call her …a weed…

 

She is dandelion….

Everything depends upon how you perceive it…

 

 

For me…she was & she will be a wish always…

 

As a child I picked it up…wished something..& then let her go!

As she floated …as the wind carried her…away from me…

That hope that my wish may come true!

That hope that dandelion would go near the almighty…and tell him/ her about my wish…

That feeling of that hope was priceless…

Not even once I have felt it is childish…

It is all well to think like a child…..a child's world is more of hope…wish..& positives…

 

I ain't sure if all my wishes have come true…

But at this I still continue to do the same…

I don't miss a single chance of holding a dandelion softly in my hand..wish & then blow her away into the vast space…

 

There is so much joy in those littlejoys …

And you never know ….

Wishes can come true…

And anyways…

What is wrong in wishing…

To be hopeful…is to be alive…

Atleast that is how I look at things…

Hope…wish…live

Or

Live…wish …hope …

It is the same either way …

Next time you see a dandelion pick it up …wish

& your wishes may be granted

 

 

I had always seen them floating in the blue skies…

One..two or a few…

But first time…

I saw them in this way…

All set to float…

Fly far far away…

Carrying many many wishes