Water, water, everywhere.......

a spectacle......

A canon-ball sent by the Gods,

Gleaming through the woods divine,

Has landed at my humble door

N' washed my heart with ruthless whine.

"Arise, awake, n off u go"

Whisper my friendly woods to me,

"Don't dare look up at the canon balls,

Or u'll set off in the poetic spree"

"hehe....i say, poet? me?

Have i ever heard you crazier than this?"

And lo-behold, now that I can't stop scribbling,

Lines 2s and 4s meet a rhythmic kiss.

Awash.....................

It has finally started raining here in Ahmedabad.
Phew.....what a relief!

The balcony to my room overlooks this beautiful tree-couple ~ KrishnaChuda n RadhaChuda ~ nature's own replicas of the passionate lord-lovers ~ Sri Krishna n Sri Radha.

Decorating my little balcony everyday, as if it were a lush palanquin, these two trees have become real dear to me now. They lend me support when I'm depressed, share my smiles when I'm happy, pose for me whenever I'm haunted by the pangs of my little camera, and bless me all the time. I must be having almost hundred beautiful snaps of them.....dressed in the lovely hues of the different seasons.

This.... is the season of the 'Showers'. The lords are awash with glittering droplets of water, and they look beautiful.

KrishnaChuda.........this is what we Bengalis call the Gulmohar (delonix regia). Well....KrishnaChuda would literally mean dark-topped.... or does it have something to do with Lord Krishna's head-decor? Krishna, mostly sported this beautiful little crown, adorned with the top of a peacock's feather: well....that makes sense.....KrishnaChuda (as the name of the flower is) must be meaning this ornate band on Lord Krishna's forehead.

More often than not, this tree is seen alongside another beautiful tree RadhaChuda (again a bengali nomenclature), and the two trees are imagined together as Cupid's hit on the lords - Radha 'n' Krishna. 'RadhaChuda', also known as the 'Golden Shower' tree has smaller and subtler flowers, and it looks beautiful mostly when coupled with the KrishnaChuda. Ahhhh.....the wonderous art of Nature! Many beautiful streets in Kolkata are flanked by these beautiful fiery lovers and it's a splendor when the lush Bengali breeze lulls the blossoms off their branches, into unision, to the ground beneath the huge trunks.

My room feels so Bengali (or should I say bangali?) under the splendor of these two new friends of mine ~ n they've been pamperng me with these beautiful gifts everyday. Waking up, every morning, to a beautiful spread of petals greeting my room, only to end the day with sweet goodnight kisses with yet another bevy of lush blossoms.....boy, am I pampered?