Tag: Nature
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The Crimson Ball
SunMy museAgain brings hope. DissipatesNight’s obscurity,Vivid huesInstill faithIn a promising new day,Sun again brings hope P.S. First stanza is a Hay(na)ku which is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third. There are no restrictions beyond this. Second stanza is a Shadorma. A…
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In Bits and Pieces I Exist…
#Poattic-7 In bits and pieces I exist. My excellence is attributed to a parent, My attitude to another parental house At the base of my cup of existence Lie dregs of doubt. A muddy mixture Of miscegenation, races, time and breed. I wonder who I am? Probably, just another lineage Line drawn, tacked with inheritances…
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Nothingness
Nothing but the fresh breath of pines, and squirrels sneaking cones Open spaces, golden grass singing, call a knapsack laden me, To experience nothingness whilst on a hilly trail. How pleasurable it is to shrug of the city and its maladies Instead I follow my heart, watch the snow leopard’s path Notice there’s little beside…
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Kindness
If only I could describe kindness I’d render it in detail, describing Nature’s sounds of harmony. —- Admire snowy clouds that sweep over Tall mountains in humility. —– Hear the melody of the wind, Rustling through the canopy of trees, Touching each nook and cranny gently. —– Auscultate the forest floor’s murmurs As it breathes…
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Oasis
Across the vast desert, Raising a hope of life, Glistening under the bright And scorching sun, Lies the beautiful bubble, That shines like the Full moon in the dark night sky, The pearl – oasis. . It attracts every mortal, By the virtue of it’s water, It nurtures every living being, Plants, insects and human…
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Nature’s Lesson
Dear Humans, I’ve been a mute spectator all this while, But you all have turned out to be treacherously vile. I provided you with bountiful resources, But you stripped me bare using your indiscriminate forces. You chopped down trees recklessly, And polluted the atmosphere dangerously. You heated me up to an uncomfortable level, The accompanying…
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Monsoon Diaries
Waking up to the alarm of pitter-patter And the aroma of petrichor. I wondered if the monsoon had A calendar of some sort. . Oh! How could the rain know, When the school would reopen? As it starts on the day In June, when the schools opened. . Forget the day and date, The rains…
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First Snow…
One chilly winter morning, A white blanket had me calling. A beautiful white cover, Stretched on the lawns and over. Excited, as a little kid, I did want to go and skid. My mind was skeptical though And wasn’t ready to go. But, the child in me came alive And, there was I, ready to…
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Lullaby
Is it a lullaby that the nature is singing? Rejuvenating my senses The tranquility is getting hold of my soul The calm all around, even as birds chirp and butterflies dance The peace doesn’t set in here; it’s always like this Serene and indescribable Putting me to slumber during broad daylight! . The feeling is…
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Diamond Dust
As the moon slides past midnight, The star studded sky Sprinkles its diamond dust On slumbering boroughs, Unbeknownst to sylvan dells, thickets And murmuring streams. *** Then in dreams Regal Fate Casts her stellar spell, Stepping down To kiss li’l ones, A Wiccan wand, she waves The broken-hearted, to bewitch, And mend teary smiles. ***…
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Beyond the Clouds
A little girl sat on a verdant glen, And gazed up at the sky so high, She adored the fluffy contours, Wondering if those shapes were conjured. Beyond the clouds she questioned if, A magical kingdom existed, And looked around for some magic beans, To grow a beanstalk to the towering heights. She longingly wished to float with…
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The Promise of Return
Ever noticed the pebbles in the ocean, How smooth – dainty they seem, Lost in themselves, Still their colour, intact in their being. I must have been amongst them once, And you, like waves would have rushed past me, I would have gone with you, too A little far, Drenched in the wetness of yours,…