Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Friday, May 29, 2009

Monsoon is coming

The bulbuls dash about
in vigorous courtship.
Monsoon is coming.

The crow-pheasant woos
his bride in his languid style.
Monsoon is coming.

Whizzing, whistling, black
and white, magpie-robins court.
Monsoon is coming.

Rare ferns from balconies
decorate sparrow nests.
Monsoon is coming.

Critically the
crow inspects her beau's love-nest.
Monsoon is coming.

The koel sings, the
other birds sharpen their talons.
Monsoon is coming.

The ageing myna
cries out in its loneliness.
Monsoon is coming.

Fierce feathered
displays as Miss Drongo chooses.
Monsoon is coming.

The pigeon couple
coo mournfully in their nest.
Monsoon is coming.


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