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Butti (बुत्ति) is a slang in Kannada which means curd rice. It is what normally concludes a meal. When it is specially prepared for a journey, we call it 'Gaadibutti'. It brings a sense of completeness to the meal, journey etc. and utmost contentment :) Just as Gaadibutti, I wish to make this blog an enjoyable part of my journey :) and hence the name :)
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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Spring-time Rains


"And when it rains as thus in the Spring, the bountiful boughs, in gratitude, shower their flowers and the moistening earth, in joy, exudes petrichor!"

The Campus looks enlivened again today! It is the season of Spring and the flowering trees have been holding beautiful inflorescence, like an adornment embellishing their curvy branches and bark. Until yesterday, the flowers reigned bright and ebullient, bathed by the ample sunlight and constantly pecked by the overjoyed songbirds of the Spring. The abundance of the flower laden trees and the joyous Spring-time displays mellowed the harshness of the heat. The floral aroma of different kinds mixed in the sultry hot air of March and April and made a campus walk enjoyable even on a hot afternoon.

The one thing missing was the coolness of the campus air. And the Spring-time rains came down and brought with them all that coolness and a lot more


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Spring-time rains, in the campus lanes
Tap a little tune, on my window panes

They gather some grey, on a dusky day
And cast a cuddly cheer, on my curling way

The flowers on show, on the big burly bough
Fall and float with glee, down as they go

Sieving through the leaves, the frivolous weaves
A spell of jaunty love, of the smitten and the thieves

This flirty stealing breeze, swirls with lovely ease
To kiss and pluck the flowers, and sway them in its seize

Such flowers of Spring, sheathe with zesty zing
The soil with hues and nectar, as the passerines sing
  
The gushing gust, girdles with lust
The girth of the trunk, that catches it first

Feathery floating pods, with wings or curly cords
Swing in tizzy turns, when the wind so wily prods

Drops skim the cheeks, when the canopy leafy leaks
Swinging with the singing gale, the eager branch now creaks 

Twigs tiny tumble, bigger branches bumble,
Dancing on the roof, slump down and they crumble

Misty air settles, Midst the freshly bathed petals
Joy flows in crazy musings, and steaming hot kettles

Spring-time rainy days, of fragrance and lovely haze
Of songs and silly laughter, and walks on campus ways


Vindy
12 April 2015

Friday, March 4, 2011

कल का बादल

कल का बादल पागल था ॥


जो राह फिसलकर फैला था

वो, कल का बादल, पागल था ॥


न पछिम दिसा का था वो छेहरा,

न रंग था भूरा, नीला गहरा ।

छाया था हलके पंख पसारे,

उतरा था जिनपर रंग सुनहरा ।


फिर जाने क्या सोचकर बरसा था!

कल का बादल पागल था ॥


कलियाँ शाखोँ पर रुकी हैं सारी,

मदन बसंत की राह निहारी ।

यह आम्रतरु पर पुष्प देख री,

लाल और पीले, हरित, केसरी ।


इनमें नन्हे नवस्वप्न संजोए,

हैं बीज धरे, पर अभी न बोए ।

और कल का बादल अंजान बावरा,

जगा गया, जो अभी थे सोए ।


क्या दिन हैं, और क्या मौसम है, क्या उसको ये मालूम न था?

कल का बादल पागल था ॥


छाँव में घास पे हम थे लेटे,

मध्यान्ह की मंदी, सुस्ती को लपेटे ।

बार्बेट की खूंटि दूर निरंतर,

बिल्ली थी सोई खुद को समेटे ।


डोरी पर कपड़े बस सूखे ही थे,

हल से खुले बैल बस बैठे ही थे ।

बाज़ार में वार के, लेने तरकारी,

भैया भी, बस यूँ, निकले ही थे ।


तब आया बादल बिना बताकर,

धो गया वो सबको लड़ी लुटाकर ।


न चमका था, न गरजा था, बस बूँदोँ में वो टपका था

कल का बादल पागल था ॥


अब बरसा है, तब भूलेगा,

जून की मास में मन तोलेगा ।

'अब आएगा? कब आएगा?'

नभ में अटका दिल बोलेगा ।


फिर आएगा वो, जल से मन हरने,

इन खेतोँ पर कुछ मास ठहरने ।


सच पूछो तो, मृद्गंध उठाता, कल का बादल भी भाया था

एक प्रीतलहर बरसाता यूँ ही, कल का बादल पागल था ॥


कल का बादल पागल था ॥


- विन्डी

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