On a pleasant spring day
a little brown bird appeared
from behind the green leafy screen
reddish tail of rusty tone, brown chest and belly
white-gray throat…
the colors adding neither beauty nor glamor
the unassuming bird perched
unnoticed on the central branch
the bird spread its wings a little
closed its eyes in meditation
its throat swelled
the deep breath adjusted the pitch
a metallic voice was tuning in
minor and major scales
lower and higher octaves.
the artist was baring his soul
brimmed with his innermost feelings
of mellow, melodious and high pitch lyrics
improvising music of whistles, trills and gurgles on the spot
hypnotizing the creatures above and below
the mesmerizing power of the nightingale’s song
brought the beautiful heaven down to watch the magic of spring on earth.
doves and sparrows cooed and chirped
robins whistled; parrots alliterated in rhythm
hummingbirds crooned and woodpeckers drummed
bees buzzed and butterflies tapped
water gurgled in rhythm
nature played its percussion instruments
of special sounds to the spring’s musical piece.
squirrels and rabbits gaped
chameleons nodded in awe
majestic cobras swayed their hoods
cranes and ducks forgot to swim
fishes danced to the tune
peacocks fanned out in ecstasy
in the wake of spring
the harbinger of spring’s honeyed voice vibrated,
echoed between hills and mountains
flowers sprayed sweet scent into the air
the performer and nature
drew into the world of ecstasy
creating a musical concert of thousand different sounds for
spring is nightingale's eternal search of the divine
crimson and amber tinted gray clouds
swayed to the notes of their grand pianos
streaks of hues danced across the celestial sky
the silvery drizzle sprayed scented breeze
on to the rocks and valleys
trampling snow and piercing cold
paragon of virtue descended to cheer
the gifted singer of vernal season
The eagle atop adjusted its eye and
shot a snapshot of spring’s maestro.
A doctorate in English and an educator from India and a lover of fine arts, now settled in the US, Vanaja Malathy has published several poems, fiction and nonfiction in several reputed literary journals:
The Nightingale Poetry Journal, The New-England Monthly Poetry Digest, The Poet’s Showcase, The New International Poetry Digest, Academy of Heart and Mind, The South India Times, The Literary Yard, (interviewed in Author Talks) and The Writers’ Journal, to mention a few.
Her latest venture is her short story and poems being chosen by TMYS Review In association with Centre of Asia Pacific Initiatives ( CAPI ) University of Victoria. Anonymous Was A Woman and TMYS Review are available worldwide via Amazon and Barnes & Noble, both as eBooks and paperbacks.
She has lately authored 2 books, titled Navigating Nostalgia and Aditya Hrudayam, feel the pulse of Cosmos
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