Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

Why make so much fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)- Though some savants make earth  include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high,

“His bill an auger is…”

” His Bill an auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal ” ~Emily Dickinson You name a bird, Emily would have sung about it! Emily’s magic brings the woodpecker and places the bird right before your eyes! The black rumped flameback woodpecker is the

Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!

“Peacocks sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that’s why they strut about And proudly spread their feathers out“ ~Rose Fyleman Isn’t that a lovely

Spring hesitates at Winter’s door…

Spring hesitates at Winter’s door, But the mango blossom rashly runs out to him~ Tagore March brings with him the fragrance of mango blossoms. Like the ashoka flower, mango blossom is one among the five floral arrows in Kamadeva’s (God of Love) quiver. The buds break open to golden blooms heralding the arrival of Spring.

The Grass So Little Has To Do…

    The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, all

Footprints on the Sands of Time

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s (27th February, 1807) ‘A Psalm of Life’ is a prayer to mankind to ‘Be a hero in the strife‘ called Life! It is a didactic poem, full of optimism. The poet reminds us to live in the present and lead a righteous life. Act,— act in the living Present! Heart within, and

The leaves, like women, interchange…

Here’s one from Emily where she compares leaves to women. I love the tone of the poem and the choice of words. The leaves, just like women, seal a pact of confidence while interchanging their views and secrets. Their intuition or foresight or their reasoning skills are not to be questioned. They are wise, shrewd

Hello Petite February…

Hello Petite February! Please be Kind. Tread softly, smile bright and bring us blue skies, vibrant sunrises and crimson sunsets.   “Why what’s the matter, That you have such a February face, so full o frost, of storm and cloudiness?” ~ Much Ado About Nothing We don’t want to see you as  Shakespeare thinks of

A lane of yellow led the eye…

While clicking away the papaya tree outside, its beautiful leaves and the different birds that visit the tree, little did I know that the papaya leaves are going to play a major role in the coming days! Soon after my Kerala visit I was down with a bad dengue fever attack and to help to

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose…

Whenever the sky is all set for a gorgeous sunrise or a show of similar grandeur, an inner voice whispers and I absolutely trust my intuition. So when I woke up in the wee hours of the morning for reasons unknown to see the orange-pink streamers scattered over the sky, I knew that it is