Funny Coucal

o
oh! oh!
sounded the bird
hopping on ground,
flickering her red-bead eyes,
brown bird of envy,
with black fan-tail,
swerving hastily to
imitate a full-grown peacock
a bird with good wings,
but lazy to fly,
snooping on ground
for tiny worms,
working on funny vocals
now and then to utter
o,oh! Oh!

By Thriveni C Mysore

black and red bird with long tail


Thriveni C Mysore is a science teacher from Karnataka, India.
She loves Philosophy and finds solace in Nature Poetry. Photo provided by the author.

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Strange Paradise

An unassuming, rough, land-locked place,
a Paradise; paradises need not be green always.
Clean barren land, range of mountains,
valleys, caves that send a chill
up through any animal spine ―
awe down the guts.
Tumbling streams wash through
many a precious stone,
brooks encircle her
like exquisite new silver jewellery.
With temperature-swinging pendulum,
wide blazing expanse of emptiest earth
winks at her glittery rival ― the ocean.
Fallen amidst the blinded,
none see her strange charm
of beauty or look to
appreciate her divinity.

By Thriveni C Mysore

snow=capped mountain beyond green valley


Thriveni C Mysore is a science teacher from Karnataka, India. She loves Philosophy and finds solace in Nature Poetry.

Photo of the Afghan-Pakistan range of the HinduKush mountains provided by the author.

Bird-Watching Myna

Truly social, sharing bird,
jumping at slightest instant,
chattering, varying-voice,
trying all possible chords
to perfect its inimitable call,
landed on a compound
with noisy wings.

Trudging aggressively,
raising commotion for
no good reason, no logic,
no syllogism.
Scouting around on restless
yellow legs, misleading
me with bright
yellow-encircled eyes.

Bird-watching through
clear, glass window,
of my modest home, I wished
to know their musical chatter
immensely and
sighed.

By Thriveni C Mysore

Myna ruffling feathers


Thriveni C Mysore is a science teacher from Karnataka, India.
She loves Philosophy and finds solace in Nature Poetry.

Photo of Myna By Anton Croos, Wikimedia Commons

 

Starry Sky

Starry Sky – I

countless angels
fluttered by my
child like mind
by night, playing
same tune, taking
same twirl like
dancers do, nicely,
so nicely that made me
remember their steps
all along the day.

My father was
amazed. Delighted
to know that
his words could carry
such divine images, he
sat by me relating
a story for each bunch
of stars, till my neck
hurt to look up at such
a wide starry sky.

two decades have
passed by, not a single
angel have I seen, with
father, no longer by
my side, or the wide
starry sky above,
tears blur my vision
that tries to search for
animated smile of
my story-teller.

 

Starry Sky – II

I stare piteously
at my son,
jumping with
aggressive joy at
each completed level of
a mindless game
displayed on the
computer screen, played
by hitting a key
repeatedly.

Involuntarily
i craned my neck
to look upwards
through rows of
buildings,
all i could see was
a handful of stars in
hazy, un-naturally
lit-up bright
night sky.

By Thriveni C Mysore

city of Mysore, India, at night


Thriveni C Mysore is a science teacher from Karnataka, India.
She loves Philosophy and finds solace in Nature Poetry.

Photo of the night sky of Mysore from Chamundi hill top.