Nature

On passing flutters…

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth And make use of your wings while you may…   But tho’ dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite They at last found it dangerous play Many things in …

Mountains

a swansong of the sun…

A riot of colours at Dunagiri Peak, Uttarakhand…

The sky ambles blue, broods black and bleeds white… look at any high mountain panorama and you’d see the analogy ticking away incessantly through dawn and dusk, that play of shadows and light, of heat and cold, of hope and despair, the quintessential play of yin and yang if one were to ponder, or suffer, …