On a Misty Morning..

Crimsoned Flowers

One Of Those Unknown Salabhanjikas Of Halebeedu

Another one, a poetry chiseled by an unknown artisan
Ruin of a salabhanjika.
Shot from Halebeedu, Near Hassan, karnataka.

SS:1/100,f/5.6, ISO:200, FL:105 MM, NIKOR 18-105 MM 

Purple-Rumped Sun Bird

It just flew in and promptly perched atop my printer as if to check whether a print out could get it cloned..:)

SS:1/320. f/5.6, FL : 105 MM, ISO : 200, NIKOR 18-105 

Bleeding Heart..:)

SS:1/200, f/4, ISO: 80, FL: 7.7 , Cam : Canon IXY 930 IS P&S.

How You Unlearn Certain Lessons.

Once upon a time.

Oops, that is an age old beginning of any bedtime story

Since it didn’t involve , ah yes, 

Any bed times then, I swear

Lets read it like

This happened sometime back.

Like a whiff of fresh air, she came by and

Our guy’s world became beautiful once again.

Birds, yeah birds

They started chirping and the

Flowers , they bloomed again and as

*Pippa, said “All was quite right with the world”.

“And they lived happily ever after?”

Bug, don’t you jump the gun, lemme complete.

One fine, oh no, 

A sad  morning revelation struck

Like a hundred ton truck,

That she cant really wait

For someone of the same age, till

He makes it big and earn those millions.

“But, what about our dreams?

Our castle in the highlands?

The summer house by the river?

The nocturnal voyages down the stream?”

She smirked “GROW UP” and walked away.

Like a fool, he stuck around there 
For some more time,

Till it rained.

*Pippa, the little, silk winder of Asolo in Robert Browning’s  verse drama “ Pippa Passes”