harmony

on a sun drenched january afternoon
my toes twiddled on the balcony railing 
relishing freedom 
from a perpetual wintry encampment.
a white spotted pigeon on the window sill, 
a grey one on the unused cooler stand
formed my audience 
as i hummed known and newly discovered tunes 
- for them, as much as for me.
they looked in my direction, 
i smiled,
they flew away.
i turned my tuneful attention
toward the fluttering peepal leaves
leaning out from the terrace
and sang to them.
they danced,
i smiled,
and walked away.