The afternoon is warm,
Sun is at its brightest,
The warm breeze,
Caress my skin.
...
In the dead silence....
Of the dark summer night...
A lilting ballad unfolds...
As little raindrops....
...
Deep into the night...
As I toss& turn...
Sleep seems to be distant...
My thoughts...
...
A Quiet summer morning,
Getting warmer by the day,
As I peep outside,
I see no song bird,
...
Often.....
At dusk....
As sky gets darker...
As the birds fly back home....
...
A deep darkness....
All so silent...
A darkness...where...
Even shadows are hesitant...
...
Her usual afternoon stroll...
On a cold December afternoon....
Listening to a pair of bulbuls...
She walked...lost in their songs..
...
And...
I shall have...
Some peace and warmth...
There on the terrace...
...
Her usual afternoon stroll…
On a cold November day..
Listening to a pair of bulbuls
She walked….
...
A gentle breeze is passing by
The coral tree is waking up
Her coral red blossoms
Sway …
...
As the April showers lash
A respite from the summer heat,
Now time for summer blossoms,
As if on cue,
...
I find solace in nature… Flowers…trees…birds…butterflies..seas….rivers…mountains….fields…&animals Peace…is watching & listening to the falling raindrops or flowing river or a blowing breeze! I start my day with a birdsong & cup of filter coffee! Being a huge vangogh fan…when I see beautiful landscapes of my state Karnataka, I wonder how he would have painted! Amongst all these I live in my tiny world with my husband, & (daughter &son in law who live in Canada) Live and let live …Is what I believe)
Old Tree
There is...
Nothing....more poetic...
Than a...
Fully grown...
Old tree...
Full of...
Swaying yellow blooms...
Swinging...
To a....warm..
Melodious breeze...
In...perfect...
Rhythmic...moves...