Well oriented tailored beak of a tailor bird,

woodpecker or a  parakeet,

defines and establishes its uniqueness …

of the noble function for which it has been picked!








The delicate feathers of the gorgeous peacock,

the strong wings of an eagle,

innumerable  fluttering of the humming bird,

or the long flight of the pigeons…


Every distinctness is adhered,

exclusively for a species or genre,

to proclaim its presence on the earth,

By the very own unknown creator…




Who are we to judge or  equate,

compare the shortcomings or the extra spheres,

For what feather do we have …

is unknown to us and left  to seek to  appear!




A cup of tea!


It has been very long,

since we sat together for a cup of tea in the morn,

engrossed in our work although,

the shining hours talked for our silent storm…

crispy papers fluttered beside,

chirping birds sat on the parapet’s hide,

dewy feel in the weather  enthralled..

anyone who stood outside in the lawn…

even though you loved being seated,

on the comfy sofa glued with a small cuppa,

the presence around was admired,

with the mute music playing in the background…

Come again and join me back!

on a cup of tea in hand,

listen to my few words jumbled,

soundless, dumb, calm and still however….


Law of Nature !








Let the cracking fissures of gigantic rocks ooze out the liquids,

the cracks followed by the continuous waters flowing,

how could the huge ones get crevices…

by a mere stream falling on its premises…


Cutting and piercing the hardened lump,

as if  thrusting and penetrating within the core,

laws of nature leave none aside,

the strongest one also has to surrender before the Nile…


Every object has a role to perform,

a goal unattained to achieve through perfect norms,

contending within , focussing on the purpose,

 is functionality of  every individual…

balance in the ecology then prevails,

equilibrating world’s greatest derange…