In Limbo 2

Seven peacocks sit on the parapet of our terrace fronting the bay. A murder of crows spearing into the morning silence flies past chasing a hungry Brahminy kite who desires absolutely nothing but a clutch of eggs for breakfast.  The jails in the country are packed with sloganeering opposition leaders, journalists, activists, and to use everyone's favorite term, 'pseudo-intellectuals'. As elections draw near, the dire need to quash all competition has arisen  within the alpha party.  More than six months on, the war wages on in  the Holy Land. Yet, the country responsible for it, stands fifth on the World happiness index! According to the United Nations, more than a million people are likely to suffer from starvation in the war-torn region since aid is not being able  to reach the affected populace because of innumerable road blocks.  It rained last night. An out of season shower, which brought the peacocks out of the coconut grove. The cashew tree now laden with fruits, spa

.                              Evening walk   1. a heart-shaped pebble is her find of the day. "are you thinking of me?" silently she asks to no one in particular. the young girl inside   this aging sheath never ceases to  amaze. who is she? how lovingly  she looks at the sky: eyes wrinkled from searching but aglow, adream... yet, why do i find myself scowling  at her, shoving her in the smoky darkness, heaving, ashamed? its smoothness against her  cheek like the flutter of twilight  hour, its coldness like the ghost  of snow on a spring morning, its silence adrift in the grooves of the dogged question, "are you thinking of me?" 2. a tremor courses through the sliver of the crescent moon  as outstretched wings swerve past...and, you  ask me why do the  reflections in a puddle  waver on a windless day?