Nature's Sparklers!

प्रकुति कि फूल झडि - പ്രകൃതിയുടെ കമ്പിത്തിരി!

A shower of blooms of miniature bamboo soaking in the rays of the morning sun.

A dew drenched strand of a web, shimmering with rainbow hues. The white light of the sun touching the strand, only to explode into myriad colors!

Moths at Night!

While fruits attract a large number of birds during the day, they are also magnets for beautiful moths at night! They perch on fruits, only to be playfully pushed aside by their friends who covet their luscious space. However, I have not noticed them either actually eating the fruit, or laying any eggs. Perhaps someone could throw some light upon it. But one thing is clear, whether it is light or dark, nature never sleeps! From her home of perpetual rest in the infinite emptiness of space, knowing neither day nor night, which are but concepts of the human psyche, she keeps on growing, changing in her eternal dance of perpetual orgasmic joy!

Miracle Fruit in Bloom!

Walking in the garden, the sweet smell of ripe custard apples fills the air. However, we do not have a custard apple tree as it does not flourish in our climate. As the scent grows stronger, it draws me to our little miracle fruit tree which is full of blooms. Each flower is hardly a quarter of an inch in length. The tiny tree is flowering for the first time since it was planted a year ago.

In case you do not know why it is called a miracle fruit, it is said that once you eat a fruit, (it is small, the size of a little cherry or olive) and then bite into a tart or bitter fruit such as a lemon, for example, the lemon will taste very sweet.

Evidently, the miracle fruit temporarily changes the chemistry of our taste buds. Hopefully, it won't be long for the fruits to develop!

Some people, though few, are like the miracle fruit, blessed with a transforming touch. When we come in contact with them,  sweetness enters our lives! 

In the Warmth of His Gaze!

Wafting her heady perfume,
The water lily yearns for her love.
Nectar she proffers for free,
Pollen to feast for her amor!

Her patient wait never in vain,
On swift wings arrives her swain.
To his frenzied wingbeats she shivers,
In anticipation, her petals a quiver!

From stamen to stamen darts he,
Gorging himself greedily of pollen,
Rubbing and dashing on the pistils,
Unknowingly, she with progeny he blesses!

Pleased, he alights on a leaf,
Spreading out his wings to dry.
Basking in the warmth of the sun,
Bee and lily do know, nature is kind!

Above, as he traverses the heavens,
Quietly, silently, watches the sun.
Beneath, as drama mundane unfolds,
By virtue of the warmth of his gaze!