"hornbill" poems
Her greatest fear was
going color blind,
invoking domino effect,
she embraced rainbow colors-
whenever a chance she found.
Now, she walks at the front
as if she is the official bearer of colors
in our frenzied blueberry hunt,
up in the high ranges of Western Ghat's
tropical rain forests.
Our nostrils are special,
"colors we see, make us madly sing"
chants rend the air when-
fragrance of ***** blooms wafted in the air.
"Just like the smell when python opens mouth"
said a voice, to the uninitiated,
"Quit white, paint everything coal black,
or is it the other way round?"
"This place is magical can't make a choice"
"Look! I found a serious irregular lake down there"
"I didn't realize I was walking in rounds, around a closed mall"
"White light is a cheat, pixie laid us is in the village green"
"Y'll fall down"
"Green was what i asked for
got thick,red, gooey mud"
"Why panic?"
"Hey meet Mr.Yellow smile,
kiss him a pretty, magenta
***** thought, good night"
"I've a deep blue psyche,
in nightmares I see ***** whales"
"Wounded bleeding heart,
she was nursed back to health
it beats me,
she limped back to her old green monster"
"Hear that distant drums?
brick red monster of the woods
mating with a black cat"
"A ritual of the tribes?
is it meant as a crude joke?"
Sitting under a tree shade,
I hear for the first time in my life,
a white ant's dark wintry song,
lilting, it spoke about the life
as the queen ant's *** slave.
**"Hey love this ***** magical feat,
anything is possible,
how reality takes a beat"
**** it, three times over,
on the bank of the river, then in water.."**
"Blue grass, blue grass
sing all the way up to the mountain pass,
where ***** plants grow thick like ***** thoughts,
a nightingale in funky dress
singing ***** songs and regale all"
"That lush lass, her hair tied with a red bandana
is a smart *** **** her"
Someone screams in delight,
evening spreads a magical light,
more laughter, catcalls,
the sassy chick just LOL
Pass..pass
A big headstrong hornbill, surveying the scene,
gives a mating call
the hillside reverberates with its sound.
(C) K.Balachandran
[email protected]
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 7:19 AM UTC
Canopy painted by Mother Earth,
waterfalls flowing down the Görges,
canyons wedged by a
liquid quarry,
dew dropped acres prepared for a pristine greenery,
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?
A painting on squirrels back,
eye of the peacocks feather,
wavy contours on deers horns, and
eyelashes on a hornbill.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?
Waves wanting to reach my sand castle,
mountains growing by the cloud cover,
rivers disturbing the rocks and yet gently touching my feet,
trails that make me feel hearty.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?
Beauty is everywhere,
It’s absolute.
It’s constant.
It’s more than that meets the eye.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
When the chill was on
and light, a fluid movement,
I heard a hornbill...
then its echo...
muted.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
#*Last monsoons the Champak tree
Was all abloom
The breeze lightly swayed the branches
The heady fragrance wafted through the air
The monsoon showers
this year
Wilted away the flowers
too soon
Less is more, I do believe
As the blooms wilted away too soon
Now the tree laden with fruits, ripe and red
Inviting birds of many species
Mornings are especially beautiful
Waking up to chirps and tweets
Of many a mynahs, bulbuls and
purple-yellow sunbirds
This morning as I watched them feast
To my surprise
There was, Indian grey hornbill
Beautiful and majestic as it can be*#
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC