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I was on my way
I was in a hurry
I decided on a detour
That would shorten the distance

It wasn’t a day
When I could tarry
To stop by the store
To talk to an acquiantance

I cut through the fields
And the mango grove
Then through the palms
Beside the river.

From amongst the reeds
Rose a white dove
At the distance of an arm
Like a sliver of silver.

My feet on the pedals
Slowed down and stopped
Alighting , I rested
My cycle against a trunk

I took in a lungfull
Of the air and was hooked
To the idea of a school kid
Doing the bunk


Posted by on June 3, 2015 in Nature, Poetry



It’s raining again

These pictures were clicked by a Facebook friend Abru Manoj. The little boy is his son Tanmay. “The rains are addictive” was Abru’s caption for the first photograph and “The rain is a kiss on the soul” for the second. I just took off from there 🙂

Tanmay’s expressions are always so very endearing and the father manages to capture them so well:-)


The rains are addictive
The way it smells when falling
On the dry earth

It holds me captive
With its outpouring
That grows in height and girth.

I stay stuck to the windows
To watch it drenching
The slender pepper vines

And to wait for the wet crows
As they take their time assembling
On the swaying electric lines


I wonder what they’re saying
The palm fronds and the breeze
And those clouds look all ready
To burst into a sneeze.

That white stork in flight
From earthly leanings freed
Revelling in his solitude
Across the paddy fields

I wonder why the wind
Won’t stay put in one place
And why the trees nod their heads
To everything that it says .


Posted by on July 2, 2014 in Nature, Poetry


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aaru valley

The stream chatting with the mountains
The breeze lending its ears
Confused they were with borders
And with mortal fears.

They try to dam(n) my freedom
Gurgled the chirpy waters
They blast us to deform
Said the slopes with cynical laughter.

Well, at least I’m better off
I still roam where I will
The breeze blew kisses to the ripples
And the meadows and the hills.

But hey , you still could have some fun
Just do a jiggle with your plates
You’ll see them run for cover
When they see a river in spate.


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The singing stones


The river flowed on
Lying on the river bed
The stones surrendered
Of itself
Bit by bit.

The years moved on
Where Time’s reins led
And the stones marvelled
At themselves
And their grit.


Posted by on August 16, 2013 in Nature, Poetry, Reflections


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rain in the moonlight

She showers in the moonlight’s glimmer
Behind the curtains of the clouds
She walks a pitter-patter
She is bewitchingly proud.

She lets down her tresses
And tosses them about
And the droplets cascade downwards
Before an admiring crowd.


Posted by on August 16, 2013 in Nature, Poetry


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I am …therefore you are!


I pace up, slow and lightly
I pour down as rain
I freeze high and mighty
I thaw through the plains.

I feed the field and crop
I rest fleetingly as dew
I rise up to the treetop
I colour myself for the brew.

I can prance ever so sprightly
I can sit still with disdain
I can tug at your heartstrings achingly
As I course through your veins


In the still of the forests
I can hang on leaf tips
And fall in slow motion
To kiss the green, grassy lips

I can quench and nurture
I can be your refuge
I can be the trickle austere
I can as well be the deluge

The ubiquitious drop
That’s what I am, true!
But you’ll shut your shop
If I vanished or withdrew.

Do not take me for granted
Do not waste wantonly
With me your life started
Don’t write for me an elegy.

I am generous to a fault
But don’t take it too far
Rein your greed in to a halt
Remember, I am…therefore you are!!


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The earth’s lament

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It took me millions of years
To cool down
And many millions more
To mix and match the elements
To create life
And I patiently spun around.

Now the Cosmos jeers
And Time frowns
And I am hurt to my core
To find myself in this predicament
Of continuing strife
With that work that had done me proud.

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Posted by on June 27, 2013 in Nature, Poetry


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