Its been really long since my last post....my blogs starving for content except for the ever-changing goofy ads that might show up without warning :)....Now finally I ve overcome my long post-holiday laziness to come on board and do some chit-chatting or rather some poetry reciting: whatever suits my mood!
Now I was comfortably huddled in an armchair besides a crackling camp-fire under a moonlit sky in a village somewhere near coorg called kutta (dont take the hindi translation of the name :P there are very few stray dogs there)..........Its amidst thick forests with well known sanctuaries such as Nagarhole and Wayanad wildlife sanctuary.....After my unfruitful attempts of spotting a tiger on my safari over the whole day, I just wanted to chill with little or no company....But I had amazing company of hot mouth-watering bhajjiyas of mirchi,onion etc...And this was accompanied by general discussion of current affairs or other irrelevant topics ( irrelevant to my current affairs :P)........The lonely but huge mansion called Bison Manor stood menancingly still in the night light.......
A lonely walk around the backyard inspired me to write a poem and here it is:
To the shining moon I say a word, then I whistle a song of a bird,
To the velvet blanket far up above, the countless stars and the moving cloud,
To the flickering fire feeding alone, like a hungry soul tasting bones,
To the crickets chirping really shrill, as if we can't hear it still,
To the cool breeze that blows my hair and whispers sweet nothings everywhere,
To the tickling chill that curls my toes and makes me pull my jacket close,
To the cheerful smile that everyone shares and those twinkling eyes with just no cares,
To all these things and everything more; I pay all my respects and a lot more,
Thank you-- O mother nature! Thy children - however naive, owe you a lot till we hit our grave.........
Now I was comfortably huddled in an armchair besides a crackling camp-fire under a moonlit sky in a village somewhere near coorg called kutta (dont take the hindi translation of the name :P there are very few stray dogs there)..........Its amidst thick forests with well known sanctuaries such as Nagarhole and Wayanad wildlife sanctuary.....After my unfruitful attempts of spotting a tiger on my safari over the whole day, I just wanted to chill with little or no company....But I had amazing company of hot mouth-watering bhajjiyas of mirchi,onion etc...And this was accompanied by general discussion of current affairs or other irrelevant topics ( irrelevant to my current affairs :P)........The lonely but huge mansion called Bison Manor stood menancingly still in the night light.......
To the shining moon I say a word, then I whistle a song of a bird,
To the velvet blanket far up above, the countless stars and the moving cloud,
To the flickering fire feeding alone, like a hungry soul tasting bones,
To the crickets chirping really shrill, as if we can't hear it still,
To the cool breeze that blows my hair and whispers sweet nothings everywhere,
To the tickling chill that curls my toes and makes me pull my jacket close,
To the cheerful smile that everyone shares and those twinkling eyes with just no cares,
To all these things and everything more; I pay all my respects and a lot more,
Thank you-- O mother nature! Thy children - however naive, owe you a lot till we hit our grave.........
