Monday, September 15, 2014

The Old Guava Tree


It stood against the garden wall
Cutting off the empty plot next door
Pale brown, speckled with white
Light green leaves, darker green fruit
Brightening as they grew to ripeness

I learnt to climb on that tree
(My mother led the way!)
One foot on the truncated arm
Of the neigbouring custard apple
The scramble on to the ever flaking grey perimeter
Then finally atop its convenient branch 
To sit, to lean, to read
To peer out at the lane outside 
Gulmohar shaded, mostly quiet
But for the light bustle of the evening

Its gone now, but evergreen
The stuff of memories, familiarity, home
Even under the canopy of mango leaves
Dripping with rain
Years away in the monsoon forest

Sunday, November 20, 2011

baarish, chai aur gaana!

Grey skies across the highway
Dotted with scurrying cars in sharp relief
Veering off into lanes bordered with trees
With a chance to slow down
And gaze into the newly washed bursting green

A piping hot cup of tea
To warm the cockles of your heart ;)
Watching people hurrying under umbrellas
Going past on the way to work
Or revelling in the drizzle with covered heads

Turning up the music to let
The sounds of joy, faith and a little introspection
Resonate with their boundless energy (and some hope!!!)
For the day ahead

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

An Afternoon

All geared up
Wound up in anticipation
Climbing onto the jungle jeeps
In their earthy hues

Standing tall on the metal frames
An unimpeded view all around
Jolting on the roads
Then suddenly off

On forest trails
Undulating through the trees
Banked by termite mounds
Through the grassy flats
And monsoon river

Sedate langurs strike a pose
Green wings, yellow beaks, red chests
Flutter at the tips of the tall grass

A lazy monitor lizard or two
Taking only moments to size up the invasion
Amble across the uneven ground

A mongoose scampers past
As we stop to measure its progress
Disappearing into the undergrowth

Then – the guide points out
To the lumbering passage of
The other uncrowned king of the jungle
Making his heavy way to the water hole
Our presence sensed; he walks this way
Trunk up high with a deep warning rumble

Satisfied, he carries on
Washing, blowing dust onto broad grey back
Claiming his surroundings with inherent majesty

Tired, making our way back
A pug mark – sign of the elusive tigress!
Parked in silence with bated breath
Willing her to make an appearance
Almost giving up and in an instant
She goes past – a flash!
Seen by only two of us but a tale for the rest

Tall eucalyptus and exploding lantana – soon to be gone
Strutting pheasant and quail
A tortoise camouflaged against rocks on a dry riverbed
The paradise flycatcher’s unmatched tail in flight
Complete the collage of an afternoon
Where life carries on in a timeless cycle

Uninspired Musings

The age of technology
Tools in the hands of idiots
Creativity to obviate effort

The age of enlightenment
Self awareness against relationships in flux
Coloured balls smashing on a green table

The age of communication
Strangers selling, selling, selling
The new corporate identity

Humanity tipping the balance of all existence
With the need for more, more, MORE
The Cornucopians and Malthusians battle on

Monday, November 23, 2009

The Best Run

I think of how it is
Getting atop the highest waves

Digging into the rising swell
Pushing ahead with everything
To reach the crest and get the right line

The river flows on regardless
But it is all about the best run!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Field of Butterflies

We sit under the spreading banyan
Young, yet already imposing
Blessed shade from the beating sun
In widest expanse of blue sky

Wispy cloud against fuzzy blue at one end
To ripe white fluff on sharp azure overhead
A canvas for trees growing tall in freedom
Home to myriad feathered friends

Green grasses wave gently
Marked here and there
By the constant flutter of little wings
Yellow, pale green, brown and orange, black and white

Two cameras, now on standby
Stay readied to follow
The slightest movement and flash of colour
In the warm buzz of hidden life

We look out in companionable silence
Orange and camouflage green domes in the distance
Makeshift kitchen and cupboard on wheels
No more than specks in this big picture
Happy to be here :)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

JUMP!!

Braced, sliding in
Amid wild yells even as others leap
Into the roiling river

Water crashes over,
Rushing up the nose, into the ears
And silence, till head breaks free
To the sounds of beating waves

Turning face to let it wash over, catch breath
Instant panic gives way to adrenalin
Letting the river carry all along
Bobbing in red buoyancy

Spilling into the calm
Pillowed by water, looking to the sun
The dark shadows underneath (imagined?) lose menace

Giving way to fullness
Of deep valley, flowing water
And green mountains against blue sky
To exhilaration, and peace