Clouds that drift on the river

The happiest times I've spent have been on the banks of this mighty Cauvery River - Cauvery Fishing Camp, where the Mahseer live, where the trees whisper tranquility and peace melts in my heart.

Kabini River Lodge

African Dreams

Sunshine Days -en route to the Fishing Camp

A Million Butterflies

Like the zillion ideas that flutter in my soul
Dazzle and bring a bounce of hope
An ounce of optimism
Dance about on delicate wings
Bright sunshine yellow wings
Joyful and hopeful colour
The lightest
The brightest
The boldest
Delicate
Fragile
Gossamer

The butterflies,
Busybodies of the flower kingdom
Rise with the dawn
In this concrete jungle of urbanization
If these ethereal ones
can survive
Why no I?

BRAIDS

One generation after another
Braiding long, black shiny hair.

Lustrous,
Cascading tresses
That magically twists
Into well-oiled braids.

Knowing fingers
Run thro’ this veil of mystery
As they unknot, part, plait
Dark dead tissues
With colourful ribbons trailing…
Framing a fair face
Of feminine Indian grace.

How long and how dark
Shall the days pass?
In the 3 fold twist
Of ancient form?

And how shall I deck
My jasmine dreams
In the timeless knot
Of the frozen centuries?

Red Satin Slippers

Gracefully she dons a red satin slipper…
Binding its delicate ribbons
From her well-arched foot upwards.
First the right foot. And then the left.

And magically, a spell is cast…
As they lend wings
For her to soar
In lucid, graceful flight.

She bends. She floats.
She glides. She turns.

She does a pirouette
Creates an illusion of lightness
Casts an increased sense of daring
Angel fire.

She moves. She leaps.
She rises. She dances

Every movement tells a story
Without words
Moving your soul to dance
Making the heart soar
Lifting spirits
Enriching expressions

She darts. She sways. She stretches.
The magic of red satin slippers