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.

Rainy Scribbles

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

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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

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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.  

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. 

©Prasad.N June 28th 2014

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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!

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.

©Prasad.N June 10th 2014

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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.

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,

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

His waiting mate, will have to wait for longer zone.

©Prasad.N May 4th 2014

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Spring poetry

Artist have various other hidden talents, just waiting to be explored. Spring is so inspiring, it kindles every tender soul and shows us that there's always hope and light to look forward too. I've been slowly writing down my thoughts on nature and seasons from about five years or so. Not top notch stuff however scribbles and pondering's , observations,struggles on how weather plays such vital role on human behavior.

Life and nature have a lot in common, every occurrences happens for a reason and has season.

You could visit my profile at Poemhunter if you too have pondered over simple observations.

Prasad Natarajan

Below is one of my recent scribbles

Unflowering Spring

Fresh pollen's fill soft morning light,

Tender leaves just emerge from branches,

Little stream’s sweet flowing sight,

Some brown sienna hay in purple patches,

Burning bright blooms across the streets,

Pink frock petals fluttering in the breeze,

Warmth in the air like rhythmic jungle beats,

Dancing to their tune, the jolly go bees,

Park benches full of young lovers now,

Fragrance spread from soul to soul,

Spring is here, I see it on her green brow,

Unknown names on Unflowering trees take a stroll.

@Prasad.N March 28^th 2014

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Poet's Thoughts:Even Unflowering trees deserve a mention in spring, numerous young lovers engrave hearts, names and so many young memories are registered on these trees trunks.