By Paresh Tiwari The songbirds are out to feed and sing. To my untrained ear, it’s cacophony, albeit a pleasing one. To her, it means something much more. Velvet-fronted nuthatch, black-naped monarch and white-bellied erpornis, she ticks off the names with her fingers. ‘Perhaps you can live here when I’m Read more…
charcoal clouds curl up monsoon dark sky turns to slate… wild wind waits awhile charmed clouds descend low dance in rhapsody of rain… trees swing in cadence soaked in twilight gleam raindrops roll on rocking leaves… pearl strings lace green face
Splish, splash, rain drops, on my terracotta rooftop, O Cloud’s babies, bouncy crystal beads, I rushed to gather you in my palms! Cool, clear and dispassionate, I smeared you on my cheeks, And yet how unsatiated I felt! Longingly Earth waited for you! I danced, surrendering myself, to your copious Read more…