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

 

A quaint hilltopĀ 

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…