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

 

A quaint hilltop 

Our destination…was somewhere else…

A friend had mentioned this little hill..

So since we had started early..

We took a turn towards this temple…

Now it is dry..but after rains…it would be sooo lush..

Winding up roads…old trees …on both sides…a cool breeze up the hill…falling leaves …and some song birds for company…

We drive to top..

Just us..& then a family..arrived..

With all the vessels & food stuff…

Later..came to know .. they will go back by evening..

Some pics of them …the tiny villages faraway..

And eagles flying very near..& some floating dandelions …

A visit inside temple..

It has a history which says sage kanva meditated here…

Spent an hour ….then started our journey downhill..

It was such a quiet..quaint …serene …spot..

A perfect weekend getaway from Bangalore ..

Near mudagere..koornagere betta..

A wonderful drive for cars as well as bikes… 

Wellesley bridge

Childhood memories..,are precious..

&

Mostly happy ones…

This 250 yr bridge..the British era reminder ..still stands but not so strong..cars..scooters ok..

But no heavy vehicles 

As an young boy vijay studied at this small town ..

Srirangaptna the land of Tippu …

Reminiscing…is soothing…

As vijay stood there speaking about his stories…the British …the Tippu sultan..

I could see he was reliving it!

I left him to himself …stood & watched the Cauvery flow..

Storks…sunbirds…swallows…All enjoying a bright December 31 morning…

What if there are no memories..I thought..

I don’t know the answer..

To co-exist

 

 

 

 

Often ….I have seen these two birds…sharing a rock or a twig…

Birds …yes!

But very different from each other…

 

One is quiet…& other quite an attention seeker…

 

In a frame…they are strikingly dissimilar ….

One tall…white…quiet

 

Other short..black..flashy…

 

It is obvious …they aren't friends…but they know each other..

One is named heron….

Other is cormorant…

Both waders…aquatic hunters…

They do their own stuff…but they seem to be at peace…

They coexist…so well…

Whenever I see them …I often think…why humans struggle to coexist…

If there is one thing I have learnt & appreciate in birds…it is the way they tolerate each other…

Live and let live…birds do it better than us….

 

Honeysuckle

 

 

It is many months…since she has been in our garden…

Morning..I noticed these first bunch of flowers…

Longish…whitish with a bit yellow tinge…a delicate fragrance…swaying in the morning breeze..

Very pretty …I thought ..

 

As I didn't know much about these flowers…I googled..& I found some interesting trivia..

Humming birds…love them..

But sad we don't have humming birds in India ..although we have a bit similar sunbirds..

A belief is ..when you have a honeysuckle in your garden …you are protected from all evil!

It simply signifies happiness ..a Victorian interpretation !

In numerology…it stands for number 3…joy of living

We have two colours..one is this ..white

& an other pinkish !

Thank god for google !

I would have never known all these facts…

 

Just a last word ..or quote to be precise..

Daughters…are sometimes …as familiar and intimate…as honeysuckles…in bloom…but mostly daughters were mysteries….Benjamin Alire Saenz

If there is any flower I would dedicate for my girl …it will be honeysuckle