Nature scapes

on Thursday, 31 October 2013

The fragrance
Of marigold leaves
Surrounds the air
Meadows of marigold flowers
In various shades
Swarm of butterflies
Tweet of sparrows, doves, and hemming birds
Flying and fetching material for building nests
We just planted few and cared the soil
The Nature
Paints its self portrait
And exhibits in each spell


Morning mist

on Saturday, 26 October 2013

Early morning
Pitched   on the wire
The crows screech
From the darkness shell
Unveils the dawn
Street lights are switched off

Nature slowly exposes its colors in different variations
A cool breeze from the loam
Flag the feathers
Darkness departs to wireless station


Bundle of love

on Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Grass flowers
Breeze band

Rain drops

on Monday, 21 October 2013

On ground
Her earthly fragrance


on Sunday, 20 October 2013

Tiger resting
Beside its pond
The reflections in the pool
Never have a shade of green
Is a tear drops whirl
Once a roaring voice
Twisted into disturbance sound to the neighborhood
A wild moment imprisoned in concrete jungle
Occasional birds jingle from the branches
Falling dried leaves in its terrain
Salute the uncrowned royalty

Eye of the storm

on Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Alarming waves

Storm in soul

Green Weavers

on Wednesday, 9 October 2013

When we went
To place flowers
On the grave of our ancestors
The sight of a blossomed
Cemetery with fresh morning dew drops
On the edges of blades of grass and every blossoming bud
 My son with ecstasy ran hither and thither
Like meeting soul mates after a long space
He returned and looked at me
For resting the flowers on the dear ones
 My parched eyes searched
For green pastures to bury myself
With a guilt of not inheriting the loom
Of green dream weavers.


The bamboo bush in my garden

on Thursday, 3 October 2013

In midst of the night
The image of bamboo grove
Resembles a celestial teacher
Tutoring his disciples
Shades of falling leaves
A squeal light from the bush
Unveils the dawn
Nested birds in the comb of the shrub
Flag their wings
And fly to gather wisdom
To feed the offspring’s
Day in day and out
Of nesting season
The bamboo leaves
Whither in my dreams