Natural Magic

Green Magic

Green Magic (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature still works!
Don’t despair!

It’s March and right on cue, there’s brilliant green everywhere,
The trees have woven beautiful new foliage for themselves.

They know it’s time,
They read the wind and earth and water,
And this is what they say, ‘We will uphold nature, will you?”

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That Warm Feeling

The mango tree knows it’s time for spring.

It blooms before we’ve even noticed the warmth. 

The parrot sings exultingly,

Wheeling in celebration. 

Go tell the cold night air,

The summer smell is here! 

Summer Rain Love

The Eternal Love Story of Land And Sea by Radhika Mukherjee

The Eternal Love Story of Land And Sea
(c) Radhika Mukherjee

When the earth exhaled and called out to the sea in heated summer sadness, parched of love.

When, in sudden lust the ocean swooped in to shower itself

With force of thunder, rain and hail.

That one time you and I, cocooned in a nest of blankets, laughed.

A flash, of rapier force, cut across the sky.

And then rolled the deafening drum.

The world blurred in a haze of dusty wind.

Only the trees in their creaking boughs,

Sang of the tangled love story of land and sea.

Springtime Green Joy

Springtime Green by Radhika Mukherjee

Springtime Green
(c) Radhika Mukherjee

When trees dress in their brightest greens,

The sky smiles in happy blues,

And the winds are mellow and sweet—

You know springtime is here.

However brief.

 

In spring, I like to just disconnect and take it all in; merge in spirit with the freshness, the zing in the air. Springtime for me is a welcome back into joy.

 

What’s your favorite springtime activity?

 

Faerie Knight (A Fun Springtime Poem)

Spring

(To One Lost to a Far Off Time)

Noble eyes, cherry lips, where are you gone;

Have you gone over the mountains to slay a dragon?

Are you setting off on your charger to save a maid from a giant?

Where are you then if not searching for the holy grail?

—Sitting in the castle tower with your master,

Learning the old ways of knighthood and errantry?

Or are you sitting, like Don Quixote, in a chair

And dreaming of grand chivalry and nobility out of books?

          Because, alas for you—

         The age of valor has gone forever.

          A duel with a cricket bat is far more applauded now.

          What do good deeds, pure hearts and quests matter anymore?

          Does anyone even care?

When fairies are gone, and wizards are rare—

A knight for a quest, could anyone spare?

Celebrating Springtime with a Poem and a Photo!

Spring!

Spring! (Copyright: Radhika Mukherjee)

Just before the spring rains drummed out its beats
There was a day of transcendent brightness…

The world smiled!

Blue brightened
Fluffy white clouds sparkled
And Green sang!

Renewal, Reincarnation, Reinvention

Renewal, Reincarnation, Reinvention…

These words spring to mind at the start of the year, than at any other time. But do we actually get to do that? No matter how much we wish, as the date changes, can we change too? Can we purge away the tiny black holes within us to emerge renewed and baby soft in the new year; rid of all our devils?

The things that hold us back from being all that we can possibly be — this is that once-in-a-year chance, a clean break that we all get — to shatter all odds and be truly ourselves. Time however, does not part down the middle and show us a shining new self or world. From 23.59 to 00.01, it’s the same banal everyday midnight, spiced-up a bit; depending on how you are celebrating.

So how do we reconstruct ourselves? How will these new year resolutions work?

What if the New Year actually began in Spring-time? When the earth truly awakes from its winter slumber and the new green celebrates! Would it be easier for us to awaken as well?

I, wait for the chill to pass and then fly!

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