The lone moon, along with moonlightPlays charming games in my balcony! Peeping through the Oleander leaves Searching for a playmate in the balcony! Sikiladi
Emerging from the darkness Giving birth to awareness The rising sun high above Unwrapped from Almighty’s glove Sikiladi
A moonlit night in Nairobi
They are deep in a meeting Discussing serious matter Some perched low and some high At various gadgets under the sky On roof tops, on transmittIng dish Flickering wings with a light swish The Ravens on a bright sunny morning Appear to be enjoying a sun gazing Sikiladi
Meera had tried her best to maintain the family traditions as taught to her by Parvati over the years and after nearly 40 years she was nothing short of a pro of family customs and traditions and in a little less than 10 years of her own son’s wedded life had started passing on some of these traditions on to her own daughter in law Komal.
Perched atop the naked branch Observes the roadside in a glance The Raven eye view from across Perhaps awaiting instructions from the boss He sits still, without a fancy frill Yet he reaches out with a cry shrill The boss at the other end of the road Listens to his quests and ideas broad Sikiladi