13 Jan 2010

Winter Rain


It’s raining hard
With lightning and thunders
For long hours
As more grey clouds are coming in
It’s not the monsoon
Nor the summer shower
Can’t believe
It’s a winter rain !

It was hot during the daytime
right from the mornings
And even at nights, there was no cool air
I hoped for misty mornings
As I started my new walking routine
I love the scene of trees and flowers
bathed by the naughty mist at night
when i go out in the morning
This time around,rains bathed them
without giving time to dry themselves

I love the sight of sun rays
melting and vaporising the mist
from the leaves and all around
As time nears the noon
if you look at the sky
You can see vapor rising up the sky like smoke
I'vent seen it yet this year

Fogs are thing of the past
I remember those  days
when fog conquered miles and miles
even the hills disappeared under its carpet
i miss that dark thick blanket of fog
that comes every year

Everyone is relying on ceiling fans and air coolers
To keep away the heat
But as the barometer kept rising
Drops of heavenly rain started showering down
As I laid down resting after football game
At my old haunting ground
It’s been raining ever since
And it seems, there is to more to come
I wonder why we have to get the cooler air
Albeit the surprise rain
Northern parts of are
Swamped under the freezing cold
Even the neighboring states are feeling the cold
I wonder what happened to this hilly seaside state
We never get snow here
But this is the only time we get some fog and chilly air
How did it elude us?
Rather, we are carrying umbrellas
Elsewhere,kids couldnt play outside
 due to snow or chilly weather
Here,it's the rain keeping them inside

Is this a sign for future?
Is global warming a myth or reality
Monsoon is faltering
And now we are getting a new kind of rain
At the cost of a winter!
As I listen to the news about the deep freeze in UK
And the erratic snow patterns around the world
As certain places got more snow than they do
Catching them in awkward
And keeping them indoors
Relying on the heating systems
I wonder if we will get to face
Even the slighter winter we get normally
I wish to see the back of winter rain
Rather I wish to see it during summer




A Banyan Tree and Little Sparrows





A huge big banyan tree
Stood tall aside from that main road
As a symbol of heritage for the locality
A blessed shelter for homeless
And tired Samaritans
A favourite leisure place for local gamers
It s also the home for a young sparrow family
That waited to see their kid birds
Breaking out from those eggs
Their first screams gave the joy to parent birds
As they started their life together
They had hopes about a prosperous future
As their home is in the middle of a town
They had to fly a bit far to find food
The kids are not yet ready to fly
As their wings are just starting to evolve
Along with feathers
Parents used to fly away with the belief
That their home is safe from all enemies
They used to bring back food for their hungry kids
On that day
They left their nest as usual to find food
After saying goodbyes to their chirpy kids
They never thought they had unknown enemies
Who was planning to bring down their home
As the day progressed
Some men climbed that tree
And started Cutting down every single branch
The little birds got scared
As their nest started shaking
They started screaming
Calling their parents to come back
They didn’t know what to do
They can’t fly
They just hoped that  their parents would come soon
But they ran out of luck
As their nest fell down along with a branch
Over the pile of branches and leaves
Though their nest survived the fall somehow
They felt the pain
They kept screaming
But nobody cared to look
As more leaves fell over them
They were buried under a pile of leaves
Barely can they breathe
Holding on to their hopes
It’s a heartbreaking sight
That welcomed the parent sparrows
Their nest is nowhere to see
And that big tree is standing no more
It is lying on the ground
As hundreds of pieces
More of bare skeletons now
Shocked at the sight
They started searching for their beloved kids
Flying all around screaming out loud
The kids could hear their voice
But by then their faint voice got even fainter
And hardly it rose up through the pile of leaves
They are so close to their parents
But out of sight unluckily
As the sun started setting
Someone found the little sparrows
While clearing those leaves and branches
He took that nest and kept it on safer ground
Hoping that parent birds might come and find them
Even as those parent birds kept searching desperately
For their beloved little kids
Curious onlookers took snaps of beleaguered little birds
This is the cost of the inhumane rush for development


Image from Unsplash. Thanks