Man and Birds–A Study.

It was a morning
I was watching the birds.
Fascinated by two of them
I followed their moves.

One was white
had a red beak.
The other was pitch dark
with a yellow beak.

The two:
kept company all through
flew together always
landed in style.

The one tweeted
the other replied
hoo, hoo.
They made merry
all throughout.

The black and the white
lived in peace.

On to Humanity:

Men shoot each other
Colours play the card
Status marks the distinction.
Religion divides.

Won’t we learn forever?
from the birds
or from the animals
the value of unity

Never will we?
We kill, hurt
torment and destroy.

Hatred and vengeance run deep.
Peace is not in sight.


A May Morning

It is a May morning

there is drizzle

the birds come out and go back

fear there could be more rain

a pleasant morning it seems

with a breeze all too cool

and the sun still in its slumber

a respite from the hot

of yesterdays

scorching and sweltering

could the birds have a premonition?

wonder so, wishing a cool day.


Two Little Birds.

Two little birds on the wall

a sign of happiness in all

a strange inference I believe

nothing much it gives.


They know not what we think

sit there and  nicely blink

could have come for a rest

only they know the reason best.


We are clever in interpretations

could be a gift of the imagination

an ordinary event gains importance

like that of birds on the wall in reference.




Poetry unity.

Birds Flock Together. — A Teaching

The birds in my garden

chatter and tweet

be an  incessant lengthy talk

all from dawn to dusk

a move not anywhere

fly down and fly up

never too far in the go.

Lovely to see them play

lovelier to watch them pick up

the crumbs and leftovers in  the gay

I have not seen anyone alone

they come in two’s and three’s

partake the food in a flock

never found them selfish.

Birds of the same feather

flock together

an expression very authentic

as they share and live

adjust and exist

play and enjoy

always in a flock.birds

Nature Poetry

Nature At Its Best.

it was thirty minutes past four
well into the early morning
between dark and dawn quite cold
with none of the humans up and around
the world was busy otherwise in a get up
the birds were ready for their fare
their cackle and chirp bustling in a bound
there were the others insects moving up and down
enjoying the beauty and serenity together
a wonderful thoroughfare was in the hub
an orchestral music being played with interest
without the interference of man’s artificial signsearly morning
hoots and honks, fumes and dust all prevalent
it is the nature in all wholly at its best.


The Rose Again

It is a rose again

 that promotes a gain

 it is not a feign

 but seen very plain

a beauty in form 

above all norms 

 no measurements in straight 

 random and bright 

colourful it is through

a lovely rose in hue 

 petals soft as  drops of dew 

 around the birds flyrose

the butterfly zooms 

 the rose  gives a room

with a lively bloom

dispels their gloom

that be the rose again

 promotes a vast gain.







The Day’s Day

It is pleasant
the day is warm
with the shine decent
causing no harm
the breeze cheerful
passing through lively
the birds fly about
and the men move spiritedly
with the night comes darkness
and there arises a silence
with the owls hooting in the stillness
the day ends up with little's day


Birds, Rain, Water.

The birds are up with vigour
after a gap of half a year
happy to see them make noise
chirp they do with delightful choice
chatter they engage with cheer

The call of the black bird invigorates.
The crow’s caw sends an alert.
while the cock’s cockle doodle do
wakes up the people to the morning glow
with that the world has set its stage.

The birds are messengers in a way
they epitomize the growth straightaway
with the spread of seeds all through
cross the pollination in their flew.
as they fly all around with mirth and joy.

The cause of their arrival all in a sudden
should be a reason to revel with no burden
it is the rains that be the reason
that which poured without any treason
released a wonderful scenario in ebullience.

Water is the life-giver in truebirds sense.
It is a provider of all prosperity in trend.
Without it the world could not pull on
A scarcity would end up in a doom.
Well, that should never be allowed all through.


Enjoyment And Security

The chatter of the monkeys was noisy.
The chirping of the birds was noisier.
The barking of dogs was the noisiest
The one making sounds incessantly being harmless
The second one tweeting in soft tunes
The last one grunting rather fiercely frightening all.
This being the noise around me all through
with the monkeys high up on the tree tops
coming down in a somersault
The birds playing in my backyard
pecking at the morsels of food left there.
The dogs of my neighbours standing behind the gate
guarding the portals from strangers with an alertness
These being the scenes around me most of the days
amidst the din and banter I live with no fear
as I have the monkeys looking at me from top
and the birds playing hide and seek in the garden
with them I have developed a companionship
Besides all these there are the dogs living adjacent
chasing away any stranger with one sharp growl
That be the enjoyment and the security I get altogether538px-Tobias_Stranover_-_A_Monkey,_a_Dog_and_Various_Birds_in_a_Landscape_-_WGA21874


The Synonyms.


The sultry and humidity  that work together
the bubbles and fume that go up together
the light and shine that glow together
the night and darkness that exist together
there being a togetherness all the most
that bring a fraternity in the streak
and show a friendly ambience in the tweak
proposing an ambience of goodwill and harmony
there lying a cordiality and warmth of kinship
that which is the most crucial indulgence
wrapping up the peaceful coexistence of man and animal
closing up the neat survival of mammals and birds
choosing a lovely understanding between birds and reptiles
that becoming translucent in the environment around us.