Nature Scribbles

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Forgotten Anniversary

Forgotten Anniversary

Spring is here, i feel it my lungs, through my senses,

Blooming flowers, twisting creepers over my fences,

Singing birds, seeking attention from my little sun,

Clouds are pale, webs of summer they have spun,

Seeking your shade at noon, when the sun is high,

Nowhere can i find your roots, your leaves fly by,

Memories fading into the never ending green,

Where are you, how have you been?

Fluttering butterflies and the honey bees,

Have you turned to pollen dust in the breeze,

Talk to me, come talk to me in my dreams,

You have forgotten, not me it seems.

©Prasad.N March 5th 2016

Poet's Note: As time flies by we move on in life getting lost in the day to day mundane activities, spring is here on our forgotten anniversary!

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Disappearing Wings

Poets Note:While days are becoming shorter and the nights are getting longer, colder. Many birds are moving to warmer lands, prey birds who stay and not migrate face tougher challenge ahead.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

It's been a mixed baggage of rains this year, some parts of the country received heavy rainfall whereas some parts haven't received a single drop. Some places face flood like conditions, some places face drought. Here below are few of my scribbles during my wandering in the wild.

Concrete Fill

Tadpoles in the muddy puddle,

Together stay put in a huddle,

Their Mother lay dead in a road kill,

Puddle tomorrow a concrete fill.

Silver Twine

Caught in the nylon nets, the pelicans die,

Their chicks in hunger cry,

Painted storks leg caught in the line,

Even tiny fins struggle in silver twine.

Common Crow

Rain drops on my forehead pour,

Lion behind the clouds began to roar,

Sparks of its teeth strike lighting blow,

Scavenging across came a wet common crow.

©Prasad.N August 21^st 2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tickell Blue

Tickell Blue

Tender Bamboo stems gently clash to the wind,

In silence, those sounds are menacing, menacing to hear,

Viper in that darkness, twisting twigs, that very grind,

Menacing sounds from the dark,from the dark that disappear,

When raindrops on the green capture that soft sun light,

Leaves shiver, push, dance their way to the skies of gray,

Their flight like the mighty outstretched wings of the black kite,

While Koel sings those morning melodies, with notes they play,

Mushrooms pop their tiny heads from the damp ground,

Like an umbrella of a fairy tale, an umbrella so tiny to move,

Croakers go on their rampage spree, like a trumpet, a trumpet sound,

While the Tickell Blue hops around, hops around the groove.

©Prasad.N July 23rd 2014

Poet's Note: During my recent bird-watching at one of the local parks, i was fascinated to watch the Tickell's blue flycatcher and the others going around doing their day to day business. Monsoon is a great season to watch nature, the transformation that takes place is magical.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Give me a Hug

As the summers are almost coming to an end and i welcome the rain clouds across my concrete balcony, it's time to spend some quiet time indoors. Get into writing and reading through my old works. After morning walk, i stumbled upon one of my works from 2008, it needed some revision and is now ready for reading. Hope you all will have great weekend!

Give me a Hug

Oh, what a calm still evening,

The sun settling down,

Chill breeze blowing,

Tree leaves turning brown,

Little black birds chirping,

Crickets go on with their song,

Yellow pale grass swinging,

Here nothing can go wrong,

Remaining ripe fruits on the tree,

They taste so delicious,

Now shy moon is with me,

Nothing seems ambitious,

Curvy river flowing gently,

I step into her flow,

Ripples in her heart,

Into her depths here I go,

Floating and giggling,

Fooling all around,

Bliss of freedom,

Can you hear that sound?

No cloths to wear,

I don't care, ignorance I hug,

My heart is thumping,

I am a tiny little bug.

Poets Note: Wrote this poem long time ago, revised it today, written while sitting besides a creek on a mid Summer day. Weekends are so much fun, lets start it with some bone ticklers!

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Rainforest Queen

Rainforest Queen

While the world is still oblivious to the breaking light,

She casts her misty veil across the mighty Shola trees,

Moon beam is fleeting, while Venus is blinking bright,

She glides whispering sweet fragrance through the breeze,

Whistling away in admiration, those wings in the dense,

Flaming radish crown of a pecker glowing at your glance,

Pebbles clashing for your embrace, ripples are tense,

Over the thick branches a Langur dancing in wild trance,

Burrowing webs awaiting her new visiting foolish mate,

An orange Scarlet flashing his breast behind the green,

Watching her moves the dwarf fisher on water skate,

She disappears at the first light, the rain forest queen.

Poets Note: Based on my recent visit to the mighty tropical evergreen forests in South India. I've tried to bring out the visuals witnessed besides the gentle stream flowing from the mighty river Bhadra.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Longer Zone

In the urban setup birds are doing their best to adapt to the ever rapid changing environment. After many years i heard a Indian Koel sing however it was at a busy traffic signal. Which made me wonder how his mate will hear his calls, if they do to how would they respond to his calls.

Think about it!

Longer Zone

The Kho he hoo, Kho he hoo sounds of the known,

Get lost in the Droom, droom, pomp, pomp groan,

Of the four, two flashing wheels on man made roads,

His waiting mate, waits more patiently for codes,

No dusk, no morn, the Droom, droom never stops,

Under bridges and over the blinking concrete shops,

No sun, No moon, No stars, No breeze, No silver drops,

No dusk, no morn, the Droom, droom never stops,

Twinkling fake bulbs, Oh! Harsh, too harsh to fly,

Many wings have forsaken, this place; their sweet good bye,