Travel and marvel

We love a lot to travel,
for there is something to unravel.

Each experience is like an opulence,
worth a lifetime of reverence.

Our trips are well-defined,
and they leave us refined.

Some jaunts take us to nature’s beauty;
while others, to man-made bounty.

Europe and its countries are scintillating.
Asia and its countries are mesmerizing.

Our lens aids in packaging memories,
which in itself act as boundless glories.

A good travel partner matters a great deal –
it is just like having a fulfilling meal.

Far and wide we will continue to travel,
as we tread on life’s canvas and marvel.

Norway

Norway – a country so close to my heart

Canine attraction

Bow! Bow! Bow! So I heard the sound.
Wow! Wow! Wow! So was I spellbound.

Hop, hop, hop – so I went to the scene of action.
Romp, romp, romp – so were they tended on with passion.

Lo, a bunch of five cuddly puppies lay in the garden!
They looked up as if to say we were their guardian.

The mother dog was a brownie,
She looked scary and scrawny.

We offered her bread and some solace,
And her puppies, some shoelace!

They began to run and play,
But they were too tiny for a relay.

Ah, they left us bowled over by their mime,
Only to attract from us a gleeful rhyme.

They were sure to guard our home,
while we were away in Rome!

Lovable puppies

Lovable puppies

Uncanny Cotton

She is an epitome of determination,

And she catches our imagination;

“Meawe” is her way of greeting,

And this is a start to an eventful meeting.

We call her “Cotton” endearingly,

For she sports a thick fur elegantly.  

A street feline that she is, she appears rustic.

But her grace is dotted with mystique.

She comes home inspecting, only to bring her litter –

Two cuddly kittens, who, together form the big hitter.

Our home is theirs, and eventually we are to be the foster parents.

This continues year on year and the boundless joys are our patents.

Pouncing and prancing, the kittens leave us mesmerized.

In no time, they grow up, gifting us memories king-sized.

Cotton with Brownie & Blackie

Cotton with Brownie & Blackie

PS: Hope you’ve had a great start to 2014. May all your dreams come true!

Lights of hope, prosperity

A new festival arrives and this time it is one of lights;

These lights stand as a beacon of hope to perish the evil sprites.

The surroundings look welcoming and brightened;

It is about time to recharge and feel enlightened.

Earthen lamps and lanterns are the cynosure of all eyes;

Fireworks are avoided or kept to a minimum by the wise.

Ecofriendly alternatives are the best for celebrations;

It is just to contain pollution and its ramifications.

The festival is a delight to the connoisseurs of food,

The menu is elaborate and extremely good.

Deepavali heralds a renewed phase of prosperity;

It is celebrated with vivacity and it enjoys popularity.

May the festive aura greet you with rapture!

I sign off by wishing you a bright future.

Festive lights

A striped attraction

Stripes of white, black and yellow hues caught my attention;

The bearers of these stripes lived in an open mansion.

Oh, they were walking up and down majestically,

And I dreamt of joining the bandwagon magically.

One of them came so near, brushing against our vehicle.

And this was the closest sight ever I could chronicle.

Indeed it was the Bengal tiger that left me in raptures.

I kept gaping at it and made some friendly overtures;

It responded with a loud purr that left me enchanted.

It went on the prowl, leaving its footprints implanted.

I was left pondering why the big cats are so magnetic;

It’s just that their wild-but-innocent ways are enigmatic.

How I wish their tribe is protected from poaching,

And we could preserve our ecology from spoiling!

Big cat

PS: This big cat was so lovable. It earned the nickname Shule from yours truly. 🙂

A trail to remember

Tweet…tweet…tweet …so I heard the beeps;

The beeps suddenly turned into shrieks and then into peeps;

And this goaded me to jump from my comfy seat.

As I walked up to the next room and looked up, I sighted something very sweet;

They were birds…the red-vented bulbul variety!

I grabbed my lens to capture the homely rarity.

There were two bulbuls perched on the chandelier in the drawing room.

They were chattering away to glory and I was tempted to join the chorus with a boom.

Oh, what joy they brought as they kept playing, letting themselves loose.

Ah, they were so chirpy in the concrete abode, in a way appearing recluse.

They inspected every corner under the skylight as if to build a nest;

And it seemed like they were putting all their skills to test!

Lo, by then, a third bulbul came calling out and the trio bid a goodbye, leaving a trail.

Huh, guess what sort of a trail?! They were the ‘droppings’ that looked like a rail…! 

Red-vented bulbul