enough….

a breath of fresh air

and the sweet smell of petrichor

enough for a lifetime

take me home….

take me home

let me cuddle in your lap

I miss u mom

simple pleasures…haiku

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pleasure/

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savour the pleasures

of childhood and youth

they don’t last forever

World beyond…photoku

 

those clouds  beckon me
away from  the maddening  crowds
into a fairytale world beyond

golden days…tanka

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pace-oddity/

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how i miss

those golden days of times past

of childhood and merriment

wish they never had gone

wish they had stayed forever

Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge 2015: Week 3….childhood revisited.

The Crow Tribe.

http://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

A beautiful memory of my childhood that haunts me even now. My father has me up in his arms and we are on the terrace of our house. On the adjacent terrace is a huge cement slab projecting outwards.On that slab there are around 20 to 30 crows. One crow out of them appeared to be the boss. As and when that crow jumped here and there all the other crows paid attention to him .Soon the leader crow flew and the others waited for him. Soon he came back and appeared to tell something to the others. Then one by one the other crows flew here and there as if going on some errands, assigned to them by the leader.

It was a beautiful memory, a vivid picture my father painted, that I can visualise even today. Just went on to make me believe that even birds have a world of their own.

It was much later I came to know that a group of crows is called a ”murder”

Also what my dad told me as a child, was actually true. It was quite possible that the group of crows was actually having a conference, because they are known to be among the world’s most intelligent animals.

Lovely, isn’t it!