Embrace of nature


Purna Wild Life Sanctuary

Unbroken silences greet us
unheard melodies beckon ahead
as we trudge on softly
from a bed of dry leaves
like some courteous guest
mindful of the boundaries
best left undisturbed
hoping to catch a glimpse
of the feathered residents
in all their multicoloured glory
as sun rays come seeping in
lighting slices of green haven
the lost child inside smiles
relaxing in the embrace of nature
closer to yourself in this moment
and happy to receive the gift
of present



I am a Protector
of my values
of gender equality
of religious tolerance

I am a Seeker
of kindness in others
of justice for powerless
of truth in this democratic mess

I am a Soldier
refusing to sit like a weak fool
refusing to be the one protected
refusing to surrender my freedom

I am just a someone
with rebellious thoughts in head
angry at being born to feel out of place
in this world of hatred and farces

I am a human-being
with a part to play in ecosystem
a part that seeks to nurture, not destroy
a part to share our planet equally

The Onus is on ME

A different sunset

The sun seemed lonely today
no sign of its usual shine
the flaming ball of warmth
scattering beams of light
hither n tither in the sky
had exhausted all its rays
crepuscular or otherwise
silently he went down
leaving the clear evening sky
to the moon and stars
who wondered how he had gone
without fighting at all

P.S. I didn’t take a pic of the sunset 😦 . And didn’t find a single one matching on google. Guess no two are the same.

Summers of my heart


The summers of my heart
all are in the past
tightly knitted memories
of close ones around

The summers of my heart
all are in the past
close ones scattered now
only memories remain alive

Chris’s post brought on memories of summers in school and college days. And were they glorious!! Morning walks…mangoes…dozens of books…short trips to nearby places…playing cards and business at home with other kids…listening to the talks of elders half asleep in the mornings…getting excited when our name came up and they talked something good about us… Summers of my heart. This tree known as “bahawa” in Marathi and Cassia fistula in scientific language has always signified summer for me. It blooms only in summer and looks like it has been decked in gold all over by nature. One of my absolute favourites. It is one of the remainders of past summers. It is my summer peace.