in hot pursuit of my sweet sparrow !

&

my handy cam was restless and hungry

smacking its lips for the choicy nature dishes--

the pinch was too much to bear

and i set out my journey to bangaluru

from the cursed chennai devoid of cute little birds

to the blessed bangaluru's cool climes

where thrive all sweet songsters

in their joyful flights in the sporting winds !

who marks the microwave towers

as the villain of peace that drove mercilessly

the ever agile and ever brisk house sparrows ?

then how can it thrive and flourish in gleeful gangs

in bangaluru where towers outwit even the crafty crows ?

could there then be a curse on the cauldron chennai ?

must be the perennial pricks from the sea of crows ?

two happy days in the serene skies of bangaluru !

and my handy cam was overfed with the juicy nature !

bangaluru is a bird-heaven

the sky is decorated with the formations of

the disciplined flights of cranes and storks --

o what a treat to watch the young skies

with wave after wave of these wonder birds

weaving delectable ever-changing patterns

that raise 'aahaa's in your heart !

can a flight itself be a melody or music ?

yes, yes , it can be to the whole body and soul !

and the graceful raiding flights with alert looks of

the urban kites and vultures in their broad powerful wings

circling the heavens at majestic heights

with delicate manoeuvring of their tails and wing tips !

the tiny sparrows in small bands

with the black-banded males calling sweet names

of their beloveds in ' chweet- chweet ' language,

restless to park their spirits at a spot not more a second !

i am the heaven's blessed soul

to have the birds amidst me

in their happy flights of unbridled freedom

serenading their songs in total abandon

all for me and for me alone !

strange birds present themselves in their full glory

for a fleeting moment to surprise and gladden me !

i am not the mindless man

to cage the tiny hearts with their bursting melodies

to crash their hearts in painful cries

slamming their chests against the rock- hearts

that cage their songful-spirits for their vulgar joys !

o my loving birds , soar high and higher up in skies

criss-cross the heavens in brilliant colours

and pour out your souls on this hungry heart

and feed with the splendour my ever-hungry cam !

---s.chandra kalaadhar

20.02.2013 / wednesday / maasi 8 / 12 noon