muniya re muniya

I walk, slowly, Leaving my apprehensions Downright at the doorstep, For I smell something, tender, Like Mint, and I pray By the Holy Basil, Sprinkling water over The rose-like cabbage, Erecting the vines As a vertical hostage, I search for French Beans today And forget what I was searching Before I stepped in between These green lines, where Little buds complement the Fenugreek, An escape is all I seek From the conundrums of the day. Engaged, I feel. I gaze. Can’t help but be gay. I walk, slowly, Breaking the boredom Of the humdrum In my garden.

Inside the Forest. #1 Trudging through the grasses as tall as me under the scattered canopies of Boswellia serrata makes me ponder over my belongingness to a forest and the belongingness of the forest towards its parent, and as to numerous phenomena that have taken place over a period of centuries. A long procession of birth, evolution, survival, destruction and rebirth is emanated by the forest. It is a deciduous forest which is showing its colours of the monsoon. Most of the vegetation in the forest has its own niches and emerges in variable combinations. After walking sometime through the trail, I see Tamarindus indica shadowing the path. I take the liberty to pluck its leaves. While one side of the trail is really dense with a lot of undergrowth evoking a sense of mystery, the opposite side runs into a valley which forms rather an open scrub area. This transition from a denser grain of the forest to a sparse one brings in the school of thought that just as Aravallis afte