Owling Nights @ Fotographia

(Photo taken in Pondicherry University campus)

Its never fowl as thats a dear owl.


The Darkness fell close,
As the Sun from the east
Moved to the west,
Deep into the Arabian chest.
The twilight streched on the slope.
On the hill side,
On the forests,
Into the ravines..
On the river lines.
On the Pavements
And over the pathway...

And then it was all dark
As a black hole' mark...
The night set in...

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Walking along the lonesome path, I spotted it
Sitting in the dark balcony, I noticed it
Lying on my bed, on the summer nights, I heard it
Standing in the terrace yesterday, I traced it....
While lighting the cigar,
I spotted it rushing in the air.
I got a freeze,
As it sat against the wintery breeze..

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In the twilight,
it took a flight.
There came the night,
With its chest bright...
From my window, I kept peeping,
In the search if it's perching
On the tree,
And so free...
On the electric pole,
With a conspicous role.
In the dark,
Inside the park.
On the roof,
It was so aloof...
(of the manly world)

Again and again,
Now and then,
Here and there,
I saw it everywhere....
Ran behind-
As I had in mind,
to get a flick
And there I click
Once more
click flick click flick
And the final click...

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A bird of the witchland..
If so, belongs to the dreamland...
Man said it evil,
Bt I feel it isn't devil
As keenly it observes,
So mostly it deserves.
There's its prey,
On its tray.
Its never fowl
Thats a dear owl.

- Amrita Tripathy