Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Monday, December 17, 2018

Winter dawn

winter dawn ~
through the drizzle
leaves breathing  
my breath too. . .

If the leaves breathe fresh....I too can. And sometimes this breath is all that matters. Caught in our own different priorities, we need reminders sometimes...
The tree just knows. . .

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Monday, October 22, 2018


this dragonfly
lifting her wings 
to veil herself ~
so fragile is nature

If I'm right, this is the Darner dragonfly....I wanted a closeup, with its wings spread-out clearly showing the pattern. It was resting so, but the closer I went...it took this veiled posture....Darn!

Because it veiled itself, I'm guessing it's a female Darner.


You hail from Dream-land, Dragonfly?
A stranger hither? So am I,
And (sooth to say) I wonder why
We either of us came!

                                                         ~ Agnes M.F.R. Darmesteter "To a Dragonfly"

Friday, October 19, 2018

Beautiful Clarity

When the world overpowers and overbears, 
I turn to Nature and its beautiful clarity 
. . . and the mind is refreshed.

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Offering me lessons. . .

When silent existence becomes unbearable....Revolt and revolution becomes the way...

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Rainy Midsummer

The habit of writing poems once started with looking at these skies. However, as years pass writing a poem seems an avoidable task-wherever you look there's a poem already written ~

Thursday, May 31, 2018

benign smile

days after
the thunderstorm ~
the earth tenders
a benign smile to the clearing

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Nature. . .

"Nature always wears the colors of the spirit" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Listen. . .

"Everybody should be quiet near a little stream and listen."

Sunday, May 13, 2018

the storm that was. . .

May - the time when cuckoos return with their songs. One of them was probably nesting in one of these trees, or may be it just loves the amaltas, and perches on there and sings...

After the storm yesterday, the bird, the song...is all gone. 
Birds ~ such masters in impermanence. . . .

Monday, May 7, 2018

Life, dance on the edges of Time

'Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.' ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

winter wind ~

It starts off as a short story, often ends in three lines. That's the story these days. Wind brings with it the story....goes away with the will to write ~

Haiku is possibly a potent seed that needs to be nurtured into a story ~