My obsession with birds and photography off late has given birth to these pictures.
Whenever you feel stuck,
When things are still no matter the efforts,
No matter how long it feels,
Turn to the flowers.
Admire the time that goes before they bloom,
Adore the beauty they ooze before they wilt,
Ones which bloom quick,
Are the first to wilt.
When the struggle is long,
When the efforts seem forever,
When the hope is no more,
Turn to the flowers.
They take days, weeks and months,
They fight all the odds and grow strong,
They bloom for days, unfazed.
Sky dropped the diamonds,
Sparkled blue, revived the greens;
How! Heaven dreams.
Chirp, chirp, chirp – I hear them from dawn to dusk.
Who knew the sound of their voice could melt hearts, the way first stream of sun’s warmth melts snow?
Who knew they could expand our hearts like a balloon filled with air of happiness?
Who knew they could steal our hearts with swift flutters of their soft feather and wings?
Who knew their tiny feet could hinge onto our heart strings?
Who knew their eyes could show us the dreams that we had never seen?
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. – Simon Van Booy
I saw this big guy perched at the top of the tree, all alone. He didn’t have anyone around him. No one from his feathers. He stood in rain adamantly, looking at a distance. May be he was there to wait for someone, may be he was mad at someone, may be he intended to punish himself or may be he was just alone. How many problems could a crow really have – food problem, relationship issues, territorial conflict- ??
I gazed at him, wondered what thoughts he may have about this world or his bird world. What could a crow possibly think about – a cozy dry place and something delicious to feed upon? I would never know.
How must be there society? All good probably just like everything else in nature. But, wait! There world is not isolated, it’s been contaminated by human desire and avidity. What this crow must think about his society? Pretty discriminatory – is all I can think. Take a moment and think about how most humans treat him and his kins. Now, think about sparrows, finches, parakeets and all the other birds that we adore – we shower love on them, we follow them, we feed them and we want them to be near us. And, with crows – not many like them, or feed them or want to be near them.
Could it be possible that our interference in their world changed the game for them?
Note: I, in no way intend to lower my affection towards other birds or animals. Little love harms no one – not even crows.
I have a beautiful sparrow couple visiting me these days and I can’t help but fall in love with their tiny feet, their soft feathers, naughty tweets and teeny, tiny beautiful black eyes. Their presence distracts me to a noise free, stress less, dream-like world. It’s only for a few moments but totally worth.
I could just watch them whole day as they chirp and follow one another – collecting straws, feathers and strings for their nest. It is absolutely divine to watch their swift yet graceful flight.
My camera seems to like them too. 🙂
Beautiful, aren’t they?
There was a light drizzle in the afternoon today, I stepped out on the balcony and streched out my arms to feel the tiny drops falling from the sky. While I was enjoying the light showers, I noticed an unusual rustle in between the dense green branches of the mango tree. I stared at the shivering branches. A few moments later, out of the dense dark leaves came a horrified crow cawing loudly and flapping away for his life. As I began to wonder about why it was so worried, I saw a snake fall down from the tree. Crow must have realised the danger and flew off for life. I stood there feeling sorry for him.
All of us, at some point in our lives are in crow – snake situations. We are told to fight, to win and accept challenges. Yes, it’s all good as motivation but in life we don’t have to fight all the dangers, few are best escaped. Not all dangers are challenges and not all challenges are to be pursued. Not all battles are worth fighting for, so you choose your battles wisely.
And, what you choose to fight for, never back down!
Until a few months back if someone had asked me what would make me really happy – my stereotypical answer with certitude would have been around my success at work or a purchase of a bigger house or world travel.
Having spent the last four months at home, adapting to a simple lifestyle with no shopping, parties, restaurants, travel and even office, definition of the recipe of happiness has changed.
Things which were invisible earlier in the rush of time, seemed to start appearing vividly. Eyes got aquainted to empty roads and ears to silence. The silence was broken only by light whispers of nature – through birds, trees, wind, thunderstorm and bees.
The way one needs to lower the noise of thoughts to hear the inner voice, in the same way, the silence and softness around me has drawn me close to the earlier unseen and unfelt. I was so submerged in my chaos that the conspicuous hid right at plain sight.
I have learnt to appreciate the silence which has brought me closer to the little things in life and these little things have begun to derive happiness for me.
Shiny eyes in cold breeze,
She sings, he sings back for her
Wings flap to be together.
As we live in yet another month during this pandemic, I like many others have connected with mother nature in more than one way. This time is slow with limited mobility and socializing. So, a few days back we drove to a nearby lake before the break of dawn. We sat their on the rocks and quietly listened to the cool morning breeze, the chirping of birds and drizzle.
We walked around the lake and I spotted a string of stunning white ducks feasting on the green grass around the lake. This seemed like a huge family of grandparents, parents and grandkids. I tiptoed towards them and quietly stood a few yards from them. They didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence, so I tiptoed a little closer and then, more. The ducks became aware of my presence and started moving towards the lake. I sat down where I was and then moved a little closer as they engrossed themselves in feasting. I think they realised that I was not a threat and became comfortable around me. While eventually a few of them got into water, many were still around me. I somehow, without much trying gained their trust.
How wonderful would it be to gain trust of the other inhabitants of Earth whom we exploit for our selfish desires?
Let’s be a little less selfish 🙂