Gmelina
Gmelina asiatica from Turahalli

Gmelina asiatica from Turahalli

Tecoma stans from Turahalli

the curious kites, careless drongos, chipping holds, wishful winds, trembling gazes, new dreams
…good to be home.

quechee gorge winter

know the mortal i am
like words am here
silent,
let me not utter a word,
let me live the moment
silent,
this whisper inside,
i do wish you hear
this silence
for words seem to be
the bridge between us
each brick cries
silent
Carl Safina wonders in Song for the blue ocean…
“Facts hint at further mysteries. Over thousands of unmarked miles the bluefins come and go, flooding into these New England waters during summer like high tide,expelled for the winter like an exhaled breath. Somehow, all these animals know where to go: into the Gulf Stream or down to the breeding grounds. What instincts rule their motivations and desires? After seven winters in the Gulf Stream, what impulse, what sensation, first turns their head south to seek their spawning ground? They move of their own volition, and we have no knowledge of their urges.”
what about us, Homo sapiens?
* Sad eyes never lie – Bruce Springsteen
* Tum itna jo musku ra rahe ho, kya gum hai jis’ko chhupa rahe ho – Gazhal sung by Jagjit Singh
* hudugalaarada dukha hudugirisi nageyalli, nasunaguta bande idiru – poem by Bendre and sung by Puttur Narsimha Naik
Somehow they seem to be reflecting on the similar human nature! Or is it the other way?
Perhaps tis high time I wore another shoe and started seeing things in a different light!