Came across this cute little rocking horse at a store in Chennai, India, yesterday evening.
Photos
Airing Grapes
Here are some grapes
I put out to air
The urge to eat ’em
Is hard to bear
Don’t they resemble
Molecular structures,
Strewn about like this
In tight clusters?
Filled with goodness
And fresh and luscious
Fruits are food
Magical and precious!
When the Reflector Reflects Itself
One evening, I sat in Vajrasana in my room with a solitary LED lamp for light. And as it sometimes (ok, many times) happens, I was looking about me imperiously.
I saw this mirror reflected on the adjacent wall and then reflecting its own reflection. Read again, you are bound to understand 😉
A unique play of light, I thought. Plus, it made a mellow old-worldly picture. Hence made a long arm for my mobile and ‘snap’.
Feather in Black
A drongo casts an intent look into the yonder from a thorny bramble — a photograph from an aimless ramble a few months ago, outskirts of Chennai.
Who wouldn’t love the shiny black, the perfect white spot below the beak, the forked tail and the beady eye!
A Few Wild Lilies (is my spelling right?)
Look how beautifully the lilies are reflected in the still water.
And for some reason, at this juncture, I recollect a Yoga teacher saying gently: “Still your body, still your mind”.
Look who’s trying to get in at my window!
An imaginary silent conversation between me and this persistent visitor into my room:
Who are you?
A pigeon. A bold one. With a personality.
What are you doing?
Just looking in and around.
Why are you here often?
I am just fascinated by this room.
What are you doing, strutting about?
Oh, exploring and stuff.
Aren’t you scared of me being here?
No, I don’t mind you – you seem harmless.
Ah well, so long. Be safe!
Bye!
A Flower Smiles
A flower smiles
In a little garden
And beams on the world
It has no cordon
Its bright colours
Capture attention
Bees and people
Flock to it in unison
The flower has beauty
Fresh and simple
Enough to give
Food and joy, ample!
Ode to Mango
Photo courtesy: my son Abhishek Krishna.
Oh mango, small and astringent
You have fans like me, fervent
When you grow big and sour
You make mouths water by the hour
And when you turn ripe and sweet
You are an irresistible treat
Oh mango, the king of fruits
I bow low to your roots!
Water Bubbles (photograph)
Was tempted to click these water bubbles in a glass bottle that made a nice pattern. Also, note the rainbow colours some of the bubbles show!
Bhargavi Muses and Amuses 
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