Stray Birds

What can I do When my muse be away From  me a-shy, Just like the old lady in the moon Hidin ' behind, a Thousand dark clouds On a stormy night. I shudder, I tremble, I shiver when I see the storm a-come Hear the thunder a-roar For no shoulder is left for me, no  Shoulder more, to rest My weary head on. O Dark Ones, I pray You, who are a- marchin ' Are a- howlin ', and a-blowin' Across all lands, Rivers and sea! You, whose dark eyes Clearly see, All that is vanity. If, in some faraway land, My Mary you  sight , Like a  honeybee Lost at the hour of dusk Away from her  lov'd  ones Forlorn and sad Even in the freedom Of the vast forest filled with Infinite flowers. Would you not be so Kind, I pray To take my message across And say She is equally being miss'd At home. But, if you  sight  my Mary A-bloom  like a flower of Marigold At the break of dawn Mist on all her petals unfo

Oh! tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfolded wings, for she Learnt from the wind, utter A sigh. 'twas sometime Earlier this night, the wind Overheard the brook, which Whisper'd to a passing creek, of The story the pebbles told, when Down her banks they rush'd And roll'd. 'twas sometime Earlier this evening, the pebbles I threw in the brook, as Many as I could reach, and with Single each, single only was the Name, which escap'd lips of mine Of you. Five and a twenty cold nights Have come and gone, since You went afar and I'm alone. Remember The Adieu I wished? And Nary  has a moment Pass'd in which Have you not been Solemnly missed. And tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfoldeed wings, for she Spreads in the open air, the song of My quiescent despair. So tonight I picked up the stones. And With a deep sigh, I Threw and watch'd them Roll. And off they Roll'd! And on they Float

Just another morning , a photo by Pavan Daxini on Flickr.

“One has to tiptoe lightly and steal up to one’s quarry; you don’t swish the water when you are fishing.” ~Cartier-Bresson

Those days, they were dark, Those nights - often cold, Soon it began to rain, Never did it stop again. There was flood, Water, water, everywhere, And I know not how, I was able to survive. There was blood, Dead bodies, floating, everywhere, And I know not how, I am still able to breathe. Over the horizon a faint ray, First few sparkles of sunlight, No soul to be seen near my boat, For everybody is long dead. And I keep floating alone, Boat aimlessly wandering, Here, there, somewhere, I have nowhere to sail to, Does anybody out there, Want to sail too? I want to breathe, In the open air, Does anybody out there, Want to breathe too? - Pavan

Nut cracker. , a photo by Pavan Daxini on Flickr. Clicked this one during autumn 2010. Memories.