Summer Bloom

Champa (Plumeria)

Earth Day

Summer 5

Let's escape to a place where the water hasn't yet evaporated from the ponds, lakes and rivers.
Where bare feet can still walk on dew covered blades of grass in the mornings.

Let's go to a place where chirping birds are the only alarms in the mornings​.
Where silence wakes you up as sunlight peeping through the curtains.

Let's escape to that place where peacocks scream and dance to forecast the weather.
 Where ants predict if the rain is approaching working untethered.

 Let's go to the place where flora blooms announcing the temperature of the day.
Where sunflowers tilt towards the Sun till May.

Let's escape to a place where time is told by the length of the shadows.
Where meal times dictated by commotion at the gate by the stray dogs, going to and fro.

Let's go to a place where sparrows still exist due to lack of telephone towers.
Where people keep bird feed in bowls outside their homes with water.

Let's go to that place where people converse sitting together and not "Chat".
Where people connect through emotions and not internet.

Let's escape to the place where "web" means spiders catching dew drops like diamonds.
Where "net" means fishermen trying to catch fish near islands.

To a place where the breeze is still cool at five in the morning.
Where you wait for the day to unfold with great longing.

Strokes of Nature -2

Golden Iris peeping through half open lids, welcoming morning.
Fire in the clouds spreading slowly, giving life.
A knife slitting darkness by sunlight, horizon melting with warmth.
A child's smile through grayness of mood, dawn breaking through clouds.

Strokes of Nature

The wind swirls the clouds in the sky like master strokes of an artist.
The trees reach up to the sky to catch the candy floss in the making.
 Gray hair of a lady blowing in the air.
 Chiffon of a bride trailing behind her.
 Waves in the sky, ocean upside down.
The beauty of nature is surely unbound.
                       
                         
                             

The Moon

A very simple photograph, evoking simple emotions. The Moon appearing like a pearl in the ocean, a jewel on a fabric, a bulb in the fog, guiding light, like a father, in a storm, a bindi on the forehead of the woman, whose face can dispense thousands of worries in fraction of a second, mother's.


Sparkling Moon on the forehead of sky,
dispensing cloudy frowns of worries,
just like a mother's face would.

Lone ranger offering shoulder to cry,
to billions of stars, dispensing pain of distance,
like a friend's shoulder would.

Shining jewel on the blue fabric of trust,
mending, hiding holes of mistakes,
like a sibling's trust would.

Glowing in the distance, like a lamp in the storm,
dispersing darkness even before it comes,
like a teacher's glow would.

Showing the way, easing the path,
lighting up the road, for future ahead,
like a father's guidance would.

Caressing gently, empowering with the Sun's reflection,
embracing, as one is,
like a lover's love would.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal. 

The January Rain

Clouds cover the sky, forcing the Sun to hide. Cool becomes cold, chill turns into freeze. The air is like bee stings. Relief, it does not bring. It is sombre, it' s gloomy, it is dark. The drops are like needles piercing the skin.
Yet, the January rain indicates, the end of a harsh season, the rain bringing with it life. Rain, which impregnates the whole Earth to give birth to a new season.

Flower Vase

Spring is fast approaching; Mother Nature is pregnant with new life. Animals and birds are waiting to get out of their shells and hidings to soak up the Sun.To enjoy the abundance of nature and start new lives. Seeds are losing their coats and about to turn into tiny plants. Trees are adorned with beautiful new leaves. Flowers have started bursting out in colors.