Birds

Happiness….is birds….

A bird is such a feel good sight..,

Is it the colours…is it their songs…so it their flight?

To be free…to fly wherever you want…whenever you want…far away from everyone ..to just be in ones own world…with winds blowing on to your face..

They are so blessed…,

I often see birds..,this post is for birds in and around bangalore…

In that chaos of the city life …in a way bangalorean's are blessed to have lots of greenery…woods quite near to city…& thus attract lots of birds..

These are just few birds…there are lot many more…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emily Dickinson 's words about birds are my favourite …

I hope you love birds too…

It is economical

And it saves going to heaven

 

See a bird…listen to it…& feel better

 

Occupying!

It is just not humans…who go and occupy some other country…by force..& against the will of the citizens…

It happens in bird world too…

Had heard stories about cuckoo bird ,laying eggs in a crow's nest,& unknowingly the crow looks after them as their own until the young ones hatch…

Got a chance to watch a pair of munias ..a type of finch…trying to occupy a weaver bird's nest…

The baya weaver makes one of the most beautiful intricate nest,with lot of hard work..

Compared to them munias are smaller in size…but they were such bullies…

 

 

 

 

We didn't stay for long to see what happened …

Although… I sincerely hope…the munias failed…

Yeah…

Someone's home…nest… Is solely theirs…

Lot of hard work…love..emotions go into it…

Occupying some one's home…land…is a big NO….

 

 

Butterflies

Like….flowers…the beauty of butterflies is free too…

They live only for few days…but spread joys…

There is no sight better than …a pretty colourful butterfly fluttering…trying to sit on a flower…or just floating so effortlessly in air…

Happiness …is a butterfly….

 

Wild…free…pretty…there should be a bit of butterfly in all of us…

Be joyous…& spread joys

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bangalore is full of butterflies…bees…wasps ….

A blessing

 

Wildflowers

Some of the ….best things are free…

And the bestest among the best….has to be…flowers…birds…butterflies….

This post is about the wildflowers …I saw during my last trip in and around bangalore….

Flowers are beautiful…but wildflowers are more than beautiful…

The fact that one finds them in the most unexpected places…makes it more special …

Those delicate textures…the soft colours…the subtle fragrances..wafting through the winds in the woods..and the little one peeping through tall grass…is indeed a sight…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How much ever…all looks confusing…chaotic…somehow the wildflowers blooms…bringing in the much needed little joys

 

Amidst the mountains

When I feel like I'm stressed…confused…I prefer going into mountains…

Once there…something calms you…

There is lot of answers in that dead silence…

You feel better…

The songs of the tiny mountain birds….the pretty wildflowers …their scent filling up the mountain air..

The fresh water streams…the cold water as it flows…on the tiny pebbles…that musical sounds…little fishes…swimming…& when you put your feet into that…it is an instant therapy…

Then the changing lights…& the changing colours…it is a different world out there…

 

 

 

 

As I always believe…

When you wanna feel better….go to that heaven…& it is called mountains

 

As it gets dark

Last week….one evening…at dusk….in the woods…sitting in a balcony…listening to the falling rain…watched the day as it ended…

The dark rain clouds were gone….& the western skies lit up as the sun went down…because of the mist & haze…sun wasn't visible…but the colourful trails …he left behind …were seen..

Pale yellow…orange…pink…lavender…blue….& then the dark skies…

In the cities…once it is dark…the city lights are on…one never gets to see the real dark side of the evening…

But in forests…there are no artificial lights…it is all but natural…

And…as I watched….I realised…it is never dark inside the forests…

The twilight…lights up the whole skies…the far far way trees…you notice them…may be not so clear…but you see them…

There is a strange light…and it isn't dark at all…

Slowly…the fireflies …come in one by one…and it is magical….

 

Far away..the stars…begin to twinkle …one by one they all glitter…

 

And the moon…all these time…hidden somewhere…shines on….

 

And the dark night…isn't dark at all…

 

A tiny raindrop ..shining at the twilight…

Fireflies…glittering

Stars twinkling…

It was so blissful

Nature heals…it is like a therapy…especially …woods…

 

 

 

 

 

Had read a quote…

Some praise the Lord ….for light..

The living spark

I thank god …for the night…

The healing dark

Robert Wallace