Metaphor
Basava
View of a tropical town
By the blessings of enemies!
Peninsular Gnesis
An aesthetic dust bin
Bonsai
A view of Lalbagh
A rare life form in the city of B'lore
Aspiration
The embrace
Lalbagh deity
A hollow of a tree
Fruit seller
A View of Lalbagh, B'lore
Glass house
Lunch on the lap of nature
A Pro photographer
A View of Lalbagh
A handsome fella
Nihilism
Alma Mater
Alma Mater. Board high school
Flight from alone to the alone
An evening by the lake
A trail in summer green attire
A few feel the Fall
PAPA JOHNS comes to town
Traditional South Indian meal
Southadaka Ganesh
Bathing Ghat
Hosmar house
Backyard Hosmar
Backyard Hosmar
Abandoned
Abandoned
Mother Nature
Burried upto the neck
ಪ್ರಕ್ರತಿ ಶಿಭಿರ / Nature camp
Approaching fog
Fruit celler
Hanumanth Gundi falls / Waterfall effect
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Buzzing around the house on espresso
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
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