WADING THROUGH THE CLOUDS

Ask any five year old boy in a metro, spot reply comes, also very suave
 Spontaneous too, prefers a travel in space, his choice, most will agree,
 Given the option, he would circle with outstretched hands in a wave,
 Like a bird he will make flashy moves, hops and in uninhibited spree.

 I , did carry this cherished ambition from my teens, waiting the moments
 Finally I got my tickets for my maiden travel, a trip to Mumbai years back,
 Excitement through my nerves, spending so many sleepless moments,
 Pounding pulse rates, profuse sweats made me to the airport sans slack.

. Like every child, wishing the window seat, but seat belt was novice to me
 Many future trips didn’t have the same thrills, as often it does for many
, This trip walloped them all, familiar faces too inside the craft, beside me,
 Old friends, class mates, all college mates and their spouses ,kids so many.

 Destinations I didn’t query, nor the itinerary, the scenes were awesome,
  A grand union of batch mates, some of them we haven’t met for years,
 Thanks to untiring efforts of organizing mates, mobiles wept overtime,
 Countless emails speak their voluminous efforts, wearing happy smears.

 I was seated in the middle, specifically booked as in medical college register,
 Monitor acting for our biochemistry professor, calling those names in order,
 The aircraft getting wobble, warnings from the cockpit over peels of laughter,
 First halt at Dubai, cheery friends making a noisy exit, the crews now in order,

 The second leg of the journey was even more cheerful, noisy, no qualms either,
 Troubles started midway flying over the ocean, hearts in arrhythmia altogether,
 Groans and moans followed, the crew still worse, the hostesses pale as paper ,
 I was worse, sudden shriek emanated from my throat , friends smelling disaster

 Every one gathered around me, shaking me violently, bringing me to my senses,
 Seventy batch was in my breath, thoughts in my mind, and in wild dreams too.
 The batch mates gone, the hostesses gone, only the worried eyes of my spouse,
 The call of the verse on dreams in my brains before sleep, re bouncing this too.

ONE SWALLOW

ONE SWALLOW DOES NOT MAKE A SUMMER.

                 BUT..THIS BARN SWALLOW DOES…

We build houses one or two, choice, needs or life style may differ, funds the decider,

The loss of it, even a mere thought, it brings one a state of despondency and despair

Compare a thirteen hundred gram human brain suffering the ignominy of this disaster

To a twenty gram swallow often losing her shelter, many a times in a human dweller.

This cheerful warbled  national bird of Austria is one, immensely migrating too, as well,

Having a steel blue top and a white lower part, this barn loving avian, flies with sense

This swallow never likes the ground, flies with immense flair with memory so immense.

Prefers barns and human dwells, males  choosing the spot, she starts her dream house,

The longer the tail is, the stronger the Chimney swallow becomes, their life it foretells

Literally its tail up, males do a cock a hoop, with a long tail, oft the females’ weak spot,

She too has a curiously forked legendary tail, a curse for a stealth of celestial hearth.

A good predictor of rains, loves and blends with human building for its kids’ safe dwell.

Cup sized nests in houses, garage, it makes  with mud pellets, sometimes go unnoticed,

Our lady got excited to see one such on her ceiling, too  disturbing a sight for her  kin

Her nests removed many a time, yet the avian revisiting and restarting  unperturbed.

She kept an innovative cage, aesthetic one too, expecting the bird, sans muddy sight.

The bird makes a glancing visit, inspects the man made nest, Oh a truly attractive outfit ,

The bait failed, the bird stopped its visit, the worried friend now ruing, to the hilt,

Something struck in a flash, the barns kept in small stacks, a milieu interior as the bait,

The bait and wait clicked, the swallow did return, so too  our  lady’s gleaming sight.

BIRDS OF THE SAME FEATHER 
                                ........   SOMETIMES FLOCK TOGETHER,

 Curiously I changed this proverb to my liking, surely not without a reason,

 A doctor  in the habit of viewing  the eyes for the subtle changes in color,

 Oft  commonly watching  crows more often than not, here is a deviation,

 When one spares the sight from the routine, other interests fall in favor.

 Of late, my habits are intriguing to the ornithologist friend, truly in plenty,

 Watching the hummingbird  with interest, in united states, in my sojourn

 Yours truly is never a  photographer, senility  hampers my innate satiety

 Naked eyes, hide the finer moment ,when object distances from your run.

 Ruminating my youth, when birds do make a flying entry in our backyard ,

 From the cuckoo singing mellifluously, irritating oft by my own imitation,

 Dejected after hearing, the bored male partner leaving for a better bard,

 Visits by the noisy mynah feeding on our kitchen waste, was an addition.

The rare kites and the gracious pigeons lifting the dead rats or the grains.

The visits to the pond helped me to sight the herons or the kingfishers

the rare egrets make some splashes in a covert bird lover, without pains,

The sparrows chirp a bit now and then, oft the crows are our scavengers.

My visit to see peacock in zoo, awesome sight leaving my eyes in freeze,

A seven year old, to the seventh decade now, its the sight of my lifetime,

These sights  buried deep in me, till I saw this humming birds in spree,

Just a second, my sight, flew in front  to the nearest tree for its fuel time.

The smallest long distance avian migrant, between the forests and desert

Summer and winter homes, nectar  filling stations in between the flight,

Named after Greek muse Calliope, oft feeds on insects for its dessert.

Beats wings so fast in its entire  flights, thus earning the famed sobriquet.

A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER

Was  seven years, when I had my very first visit to the zoo,

The next zoo visit was the recent San  Deigo  refresher

The reception was awesome ,nature at its delightful too

The memories reinforced were splendid and spectacular,

Scenes that followed were the natures paradise in full.

Fascinated by the brilliantly colored scenes at the entrance,

The moment I reached this, a scream I heard, in full.

The rest of my sight came to a standstill , for a mettle

  

The first meet of our national bird in his majestic show

A spectacle so sudden, breathtaking  kept my eyes in freeze,

From a seven year old then, to the seventh decade citizen now

Remains still the sight of my lifetime and be forever .

A brilliance of the majestic peacock on a sparkling thrill.

A bevy of them in a stutter, a thin neck girth with a length,

When I heard the weird scream, its cry in full throttle,

 Of this majestic creature on the earth, its sole blemish.

His ornate train of feathers, fanning spectacularly royal .

Blue, green, brown and indeed golden against the backdrop

The  eyespots shimmering in delight, an electrifying sight

Sun wading through the wings to cast  a spectacular reign.

All the angels in full flow, the nature at its resplendent best

Dancing with the twirling hind feathers, a sight to behold.

The blue crested heads ,and a display of metallic blue necks

Courting in celebration, an expression of  rituals of love,

 Clouds gather, provoking the trains for an earthly spectacle,

They say, it foretells  oncoming rains with its sizzling dance,

 Keep its fallen plumage, and a wait for a boon of   miracle,

 Intriguing facts in mythology, told in folktale, may enhance.

That dug my thoughts of the daffodils and the immortal poet,

A joy beyond the words in my armory, and a mood upbeat,

Made me more vibrant, jump with vigor, a refreshing epithet,

Vault of the heaven and stars, the nature at its divine best,. 

WHAT YOU SEE…. YOU DON’T KNOW

WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW…. YOU OFTEN SEE  

                                                             ~ for your eyes only

 

 

 Scotopic vision, a nightmare for vision ,rods at work,

 Unpleasant  part of the entire body at night in work,

 Joy or sadness a glance over the eyes tells the story

 A language the eyes use, is never seen in any dialect,

 Kindness finds the  best expression through our eyes ,

 Sorrows emotes an instant flow of tears from eyes,

 Happiness too  is  evident in the gleam of the  eyes

 Yes,our eyes are the ideal language of deep love too,

 The pigments balancing our round the clock vision,

 Having a role to play with the colour vision as well,

 Iris playing  a sentry role to guard the excess light,

 Synergism is the watchword of the eyes movement,

 In disease, you look up to eyes for yellow or pallor,

 Study of brain lesions, we instantly view the pupil,

 Fundus, the ultimate clue for those lesions in doubt,

 Orbits that enclose the eyes, protect them from Injury,

 Recti, the obliques, their muscles move  in tandem,

 Yoke muscles, aren’t they? in perfect combination,

 Orbicularis  guards their integrity by their closure,

 U have to coin all the first letter to get the message

 SEARCHING…RE..SEARCHING…RESEARCHING.

                                         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aspirations have no heights, no charges and no boundaries, we all do know,

Oft some of them teach us messages,  values even the best books can’t spill,

One such came to my mind during a two hour discourse, we ought to know

The simple truth was laid bare which opens the legacy of days we have to fill.

Lady was carrying  twins in her nulliparous womb, sexes too irrelevant here,

Message is, they’re conversing seriously, their language nowhere in concern,

Topic is, their perspective outlook of the world, in their mindset lying there,

 Expectations of each of them is the nucleus of their aspirations, I ascertain.

The first child is a bit self centered, adamant, indeed shortsighted in thought ,

The other was a matured one, sensible with a broader outlook, within its limit.

Former insists this is the real universe, all around him, in essence is the life,

He came to this womb as such, grew unperturbed by the surround to the hilt.

Didn’t bother anyone for his growth and stature, he feels to go when he liked,

He never needs  to move about, when it arises, boasts he, sure of his way out. 

Latter, arguing they have a bigger world outside, they see only just a mirage,

Are created for a purpose, in for a nobler cause, awaiting a proper timed exit;

He is biding his time for a better morrow, wishing  glorious periods are in store,

What he sees isn’t the real world, the greater tasks are just ahead ,he will wait

Their petty quarrels got fuelled every day, gaining strength in diet and deed,

Final months nearing, they eluded eye to eye contact, avoiding  serious in-flight

Their expulsion day arrived, for, she was admitted early respecting dual hazard .

Second child did get engaged in, the mother uterus was forcing him out with ease,

First child oft happens in twins, got into the pelvis but failed to get duly engaged,

Mother’s efforts prolonged, feeble, became atonic, outlet measures not in appease.

Heart rates fluttered, soon in disarray, plans go awry, ends in futile surgical stage

Child’s mortal remains taught lessons aplenty, the lessons that will linger forever,

Lead a normal life, fulfilled the duties of serving family, his job truly a closed page

He had a life what the doctor ordered, all wishes truly satisfied, indeed was over.

 The second child lived a life open mindedly, with no qualms or exalted aspirations

 Had the better options before him, the impetus to explore, enjoying the real world 

 He did have the least problems in his life and a smooth sail with least excursions,

 Life should be enjoyed with the chains,not bound by them to arrest thy progress.