Peregrine Falcon.

Gliding high in the pale blue sky, then dropping swiftly, tallens tearing into unsuspected flesh, it stands, wings outstretched, hiding its prey, eyeing its prey, pecking at it, then flying off with it, towards the mountains, while I watch in awe.

Earth day prayer.

I walk in splendour of green trees, of flowers blooming bright , of butterflies and birds up in the blue skies, of our mountains majestic and high, I stop to just drink it in, to feel and understand, but then too I see the creeping browns of struggle and death, and I realise how easily…

By the Ganga

Originally posted on random rants ruminations ramblings:
The river Its meandering, the twists and turns of the mind Its rapids, my blood surging, the multitude of thoughts & emotions Its lapping of the banks, hesitant touches I feel within Its ripples, shimmering with the radiance of┬ádivinity Its depths, what I have come to explore Its…

A rustle in the trees.

All the leaves are browning, drifting on the breeze, the sun shines bright, as we walk into the church, bowing before the cross, and my cell phone goes off; I look and see that on that day of splendor, the biggest bomb since Hiroshima has been dropped in Afghanistan: and I think; should I be…