Fruitless Pursuit
One half-eaten pomegranate fruit
Greed for taste
Plucked in haste
Thrown as waste
I thought
Birds knew better
Than us…
Nature
Birding
Nature,
shows in its mellow ways
How simple a life can be
Free Floating Joy
Amidst the complexities
Of life
I try to keep things simple…
A morning walk
No small talk
Eyes on the road
Searching
The debris
Of a tree
That’s shed
It’s petal load..
There is
In the core
A certain strength
That keeps
All the flowering petals
In beautiful harmony
As light as dragonflies
At dawn
As bright as fireflies
At dusk
As welcoming as
Flowers and buds
Our destiny is Intertwined
With this place
We call home…
Dance of the peacocks
Rhythmic and ever existing
The dance within them
Comes to the fore
Once in a while..
To delight and mesmerise us
Mere Mortals..
