Natural World

IMG_3839

Advertisements

Nature’s Angel

The fierce sun shone uninhibited,

Through powerless fleeting clouds,

Pushed through thirsty brown leaves,

Heated up the fractured ground.

And heated up a mound of flesh,

Featherless, fallen off his nest.

His mother’s cries sounded like silence

Mixed with foliage and cricket chirps.

And a pair of yellow eyes watched-

The little bird on the naked ground.

The forest saw his regal wings,

Swooping down upon a helpless prey,

But negated nature’s course as

He stopped abruptly on his way.

Circled round and round above

The helpless one on the burning ground.

The forest watched in silent awe-

A hooded beak hovering broad,

His gigantic shadow never left the bird.

And the fierce sun failed to heat up

Through the regal, wild, Godly gird.

Via Daily Post: Shadow

Scribble Series #9-Writers’ Block

His blog posts became infrequent. The latest draft wasn’t touched up for a month.  Storey after storey, the high-rise completely covered the orphanage and the adjacent park from his view.

The builders successfully created a permanent writers’ block for the paralysed poet.

 

Scribble Series #4

His art teacher handed him the corrected homework. There was a big red question mark and a comment at the end which read, “Please learn colours correctly.”

A five-year old confused Arun couldn’t understand what was wrong with the blue and purple trees, a brown sky and greyish flowers growing in blue bushes.

Not even when he examined the tiny strip of film negative for the third time- after all, it had been the source of his inspiration.