Glue: another poem



Did you ever break

Something you could not lose,

Did you ever make

Something you could not use?

Do you know the frame

The one atop our hearth,

The one we left behind

When our ‘palace’ kissed the earth.

I saw it landing where

Our sisters’ dolls had wed,

That is where I want

My ashes to be spread.


You know, I heard their call

In every child’s cry.

Dug out of mud and rubble

In every golden eye,

Small hands and rainbow bubble.


And there it must still stand

Awaiting our return

For song to touch this land

May wheels of fortune turn.


Though they turn for me no more

Don’t weep my dear, so..

I found my comrades here

As every building fell,

Our helmets brought us near.

He who brings me back

Is my brother, same as you

If his helmet looks aworn

You must let him use our glue.


Our planes don’t need it now

I have them here with me,

They fly as good as new

And they have set me free.



Dedicated to the White helmets of Syria.  If you could donate to them, anything at all, perhaps our distilled souls may find some peace

pine with sky-blue and yellow-wm




Simple perfection

flame tree b-w-wm

I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory.

But, yesterday I think I filled in the blank with the first scene of a movie (that I haven’t watched fully yet, because it just stalled all thought right after act 1). There is a girl’s voice over in it trying to describe the memory of someone precious. The background in the scene is that of a cold, frozen landscape, chilling just to look at and a girl racing over frozen ground, bare feet, in a flight for life.

The girl whose voice we hear is wishing a meadow alive where winter never sets foot.

In her dream,  I can see her tree and feel its shade. I almost wait for it to change colors in my reverie. This is the place in us that guards all memories that make us. Where she holds every memory of someone dear.

But it is the last line of this act that holds me, ‘And when I find myself, frozen, in the mud of the real-far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place and close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you.’

While I do go on about how not much is simple, the solace in the perfection of just knowing someone: that is simple. I don’t actually think that everything is complicated, I only think even achieving simplicity needs a complex path to have been traversed first and there are very few people who go through this distillation and form their soul’s pool again, drop by drop. Anyone who thinks they are simple at birth (or more likely, from) is delusional.

Therefore, it is natural that anyone who has met with true: disappointment, betrayal, accomplishments and losses sees the simple perfection of knowing some one and to find solace in that. Writer of such a beautifully simple line: take a bow.

The movie is Wind River.

wind river-wm

And this is a short grook I wrote for the other “simple” people in my life who categorize my hard-earned simplicity as contrived complexity.


I thought I’d like the simple

The straight and the wholesome

Then I met your wife and you

I’d rather chew some gum – ID

Brown pelican in b/w

Brown pelican-wmSome days I just want to hide within me too. But I probably won’t look this good in black and white.

My tower of song: birding and photography

These are, what I believe to be the best images of birds I have taken, IN THE WILD. They are also, concomitantly, a collection of my most favorite birds till date. I have the year the photos were taken in the watermark, as I like to remember the chronology. Other details are in the caption.

(Title inspired by L.Cohen’s song)


Double-striped thick-knee-wm
Double-striped thick-knee, Trinidad, July 2017.   This is likely the rarest bird I have ever photographed, it was last reported in Trinidad in 2007 and has only been reported 5 times (sixth time I was there).  Location details: Abandoned airfield, Agricultural research center, Arima.
Bearded bell-bird-closer-calling-wm
Bearded bell-bird, calling. Trinidad. Location details: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima
ferruginous pygmy owl-wm
‘Who, me? I din’ do, din’ see nothin’, said the pygmy owl. Ferruginous pygmy owl, Trinidad. Location detail: Blanchiseusse.
oil bird-2-wm
Oil-bird with regurgitated food, Trinidad. Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
purple honecreeper fluffed-wm
Flustered. Purple honeycreeper (male), Trinidad. Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
female purple honeycreeper good-wm
Purple honeycreeper (female). Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
jacobins-young and old-wm
Hanging with the old man.. Old and young white-necked jacobins. Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
jacobin-young rain karma-wm
Tranquility . Young white-necked jacobin. Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
White tail nightjar- tobago-wm
Up early  or late? White-tailed nightjar (female). Tobago, 2012. Location details: Little tobago island.


Golden headed tanager-wm
Golden-headed tanager, Costa Rica. Location details:  Puerto Viejo de Sarapiqui
chestnut colored woodpecker-upside-wm
Chestnut colored woodpecker, Costa Rica. Location details: La Selva biological station, Puerto Viejo de Sarapiqui
Palm tanager and tobacco fruit-wm
Palm tanager eating wild tobacco, Trinidad. Location details: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.
Aracari reaching berry-wm
Collared aracari and its berry, Costa Rica. Location details: Tortuguero
young caracara-tobago-wm
Juvenile yellow-headed caracara, Tobago.
Green honeycreeper-wm
Green honeycreeper, Costa Rica. Location detail: Puerto Viejo de Sarapiqui
Trumpeter swan wings-wm
Trumpeter swan, U.S.A. Location details: Yellowstone National park, Montana.
Northern jacana toes-tort-wm
Northern Jacana, Costa Rica. Location details: Tortuguero
Giraffish-tiger heron-wm
Giraffed. Tiger heron, Costa Rica. Location details: Tortuguero
piping guan with epiphyte-1-wm
Trinidad piping guan with epiphytes, Trinidad. This is the one of the few critically endangered species I have photographed in the wild. Location details: Grand Riviere.
Hoatzin, Peru. Location details: Along the Maranon river, Peruvian amazon
Rufus sibia-himalayan bird-wm
Rufous sibia, India. Location details: Himalayan foothills, Uttar Pradesh
Red legged honeycreeper-throat and tongue-2-wm
Red-legged honeycreeper, Costa Rica.   Location detail: Puerto Viejo de Sarapiqui
Horned screamer-wm
Horned screamer, Peru. Location details: Along the Maranon river, Peruvian amazon
Female barred antshrike-wm
Barred antshrike (female), Trinidad. Location detail: Asa Wright Nature Center, Arima.

These photos have three types of birds I have photographed:


  1. Rare birds in the wild: Double-striped thick knee (because of being a vagrant in Trinidad), Trinidad piping guan with epiphytes, Oil-bird, Bearded bell-bird, Hoatzin, Horned screamer, Rufous sibia.
  2. Uncommon birds: Laughing falcon, Ferruginous pygmy owl, Golden headed tanage, Trumpeter swan, Red-legged honeycreeper, Chestnut-colored woodpecker, Rufous sibia, White-tailed nightjar, Tiger Heron, Yellow-headed caracara.
  3. Common birds (in parts photographed) as art: Palm tanager with wild tobacco, White-necked jacobins in the rain, Collared aracari reaching for a berry, Green honeycreeper, Purple honeycreeper, Barred antshrike, Northern Jacana.

Did you know- a poem


Did you know..

There are parts of me that love you

There were parts that fell in love

There are parts of me forgotten

And parts that float above.

There are parts of me for others

Those parts for smores and mothers.

For every sole I conquered

There is a part, or so I trust

There are parts of me immortal

And parts that bit the dust.

There are parts of me amiss

Once deep and bright, of bliss

There ‘re some that hide beneath

A cold and bitter heath.

How I never saw them all,

Those flakes that catch my fall…

Until he came o’ wanderin’

One look that held my soul.

I’m done with all the tinquerin’,

Forgiven shards their toll.

I shattered a long time ago

Yet, to look in those eyes, I’m whole.

ID Sept 16th 2017, edited Dec 12th 2017, then again Jan 17th, Jan 22nd 2018

This poem inspired by a quote by Mhairi McFarlane, from a book I have not read, the quote is: “It’s pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was…not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.” – You had me at hello