Showing posts with label monsoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monsoon. Show all posts
Monday, 3 August 2020
Monsoon -11
In the midst of beautiful paddy fields on the periphery of a serene village. Monsoon displaying itself at its best.
Monday, 8 July 2019
The Rain
The rain drenches that part of the heart which had been lying barren in all the other seasons.
Like a bird, it soars to touch the limitlessness of the sky, to gather wind in its feathers.
The sound of pouring rain births that piece of the jigsaw puzzle, which had been missing in all the other seasons.
Filling the void, painting the big picture, completing the circle of life.
Like a bird, it soars to touch the limitlessness of the sky, to gather wind in its feathers.
The sound of pouring rain births that piece of the jigsaw puzzle, which had been missing in all the other seasons.
Filling the void, painting the big picture, completing the circle of life.
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
Sunday, 22 July 2018
Monday, 16 July 2018
Saturday, 7 July 2018
Wednesday, 20 June 2018
Pre monsoon-4
Monsoon is round the corner, when you can hear peacocks screaming, first thing in the mornings, instead of cuckoos singing.
When ants work persistently and can be seen rushing to their hills.
When the Sun plays hide and seek throughout the day with the clouds.
When bolt of lightning cracks its whip without any rain.
When winds are stronger and blow away the dark grey clouds.
When all the old leaves have already fallen off and new ones start growing.
When the cracked Earth sizzles upon receiving an abrupt short shower.
When people remember to carry umbrellas to work but forget to bring them back home.
When the farmers scan the sky everyday and hope for the right amount of rain.
When ants work persistently and can be seen rushing to their hills.
When the Sun plays hide and seek throughout the day with the clouds.
When bolt of lightning cracks its whip without any rain.
When winds are stronger and blow away the dark grey clouds.
When all the old leaves have already fallen off and new ones start growing.
When the cracked Earth sizzles upon receiving an abrupt short shower.
When people remember to carry umbrellas to work but forget to bring them back home.
When the farmers scan the sky everyday and hope for the right amount of rain.
Tuesday, 19 June 2018
Pre monsoon-3
Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.
Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.
Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.
Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.
Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.
Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom, for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.
Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.
Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.
Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.
Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.
Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom, for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.
Monday, 18 June 2018
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Monsoon 7
Brilliant white surfaces when washed with rain water.
With just a hint of yellow to break the monotony.
Facing ,turning towards the Sun.
Soaking up the warmth after a wet humid spree.
Dragon fly resting peacefully, unaware of the beauty around it.
Green leaves, waiting for their turn to take center stage.
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Friday, 14 July 2017
The visitors.
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I am visited by butterflies, when I walk into the garden.
Yellow butterflies flying off little yellow flowers as if the whole bunch just grew wings.
Urging me to raise my arms to touch them but in vain.
I am visited by a tiny 🐦bird, when I walk into the garden.
Little black bird residing on the tall green bamboo🎍, chirping as if the bamboo found its voice.
Startling me everytime it flies away.
I am visited by ants 🐜🐜🐜, when I walk into the garden.
Tiny red ones, building anthill in a quiet corner as if the garden were their kingdom, protecting them from rain.
Stinging me, sending shivers up my spine as soon as I step on the grass.
I am visited by strange small white frogs🐸, when I visit the garden.
Jumping to hide in the hedge, making it shake as if the hedge acquired dancing feet.
Making me jump back, petrified their predators🐍 may follow soon.
I am visited by droplets of water falling down from wet leaves.
Creepers bowing, shaking off their flowers on me, greeting me in the mornings.
Reminding me I am alive and awake, when I visit my garden.
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Thursday, 15 June 2017
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Wednesday, 22 June 2016
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Friday, 3 July 2015
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