Weekly Photo Challenge – Scale

You call me small mountains

Am I really small?

Come near and look at me

I am a mighty giant

My tone is dull, dark and black

Its not my fault

Sea and sky flashing shades

Clouds are no less

Come near and look at me

I am not less than any

Decieved by eyes and distance

I am less noticed

Games are played by illusion

Made me less obvious

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Pedestrian

Hey all,

Here I am back after a long break. I was on a vacation in Mauritius. You can see my posts on my blog soon. As of now I am here with my capture on Weekly Photo Challenge – Pedestrian.

I have been checking my gallery for an apt image on specified theme. If you have been following my blog, you might have understood by now that I am fond of nature than human life.  When all the posts in the category showed human pedestrians on different places, I wanted to gently remind all my friends that there is a category of living beings who are pedestrians throughout their life.

These are a group of pedestrians I came across in Sanjay Gandhi National Park, Mumbai.

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We are children of nature

Walking never tire us

When you go in vehicles

We are carried by our legs

When you ignore nature

We see their beauty

When obesity invades you

We enjoy healthy life

When you search for peace

We have it abundantly

When you mock at us

We mock at you back

When you die of illness

We face a natural death

We are proud of our life

We are the pedestrians…

via Photo Challenge: Pedestrian

Unconditional love…

I believe it is lucky to have people in your life who love you unconditionally, not expecting any favours in return, not calculating the amount of care you get back, not worried whether the other person love you the same way. In this world, where even parent’s love for their children is conditional it’s difficult to expect anyone else will do that.

When I scroll through the news headlines about mass killings, terrorism, religious riots, I wonder where humanity vanished. Is there still kindness, compassion and love in this world?

Looking at these monkeys I realised love and affection has not died totally. You can still feel it around you. Why dont humans learn from these animals. Are they portraying an example in front of us? To live a better life? To keep aside your negative human traits of jealousy, ego, anger, frustration and be happy?

I have been watching what they are doing for a while. Both of them have their babies clinging on to them. They were picking lice from each other, pampering and patting the other one’s baby. They were sitting there showering love on each other. This was an interesting sight which was actually an eye-opener too for me. They are just two she-monkeys. Still the care they show, how they pamper the other one’s baby is something we should learn from them.

When days are dark and cruel

Shadows dancing around us

Threatening to take our life

We hold on to each other

Our love brings rays of light

To brighten the darkest tunnel

Shove away evils around us

Unveiling the beauty of heart…

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My leafy home!

A house is an embodiment of lot of things. It is not just a shelter. It is the love amongst people who live in there, It is the result of our hardwork, It is the place we always want to be at the end of the day, whether we are out on our job or on vacation.

Is it just us humans who work hard to make home? I always used to wonder when I see the construction process of buildings; about the effort the workers, starting from drawing the plan till the final enhancements and furnishings. Did you ever thought friends how the animals and birds around us built their houses?

When we look around, we see pretty little nests of birds made from twigs to the small pits of ants, crabs and so on. How many of you appreciate the effort put by them? See this leaf house made by ants. The perfect symmetrical folding, the conical design and overall the elegance is worth appreciating. Hats off to those cute little souls and their excellent craftsmanship! I couldn’t stop myself from sharing this with you all. Have a nice day friends😊

Welcome to my beautiful home

Tailored with lot of hardwork

It keeps us safe under its roof

When Rain and wind compete

Isn’t ours a pretty little house

Incomparable to yours though

Its all we have to protect us

When all seasons play its part…

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Layered

They came to teach me a lesson

no one likes to be abandoned

love and to be loved is a blessing

like these bunch staying close

trying to comfort each other 

against lashes of rain and sun

every layer pointing out at us

our beauty lies in our unity

promising deep from heart

no power can tear us apart…

 

 

Colors of life..

Charming all with their colors

Painted by God’s own hands

Melting the toughest hearts

Spreading the word of peace

Carpeting the world around

With its soft elegant touch

Gentle, naive and adorable

Away from all wicked hearts

Hurting someone is not us

Still we live our life in terrors

We wear different colours

Still living together in peace

Its only you we are scared of

You cut-short our life afore

Is it because you are jealous

You can’t stay happy like us

A day or two is what we last

That too you aim to cut down

We too are creation of God

Emblazing world is our aim

We live to bring a message

Be like us and enlighten life

Admired and liked by world

Creating an example of life.

Weekly photo challenge – Trunk of a Date Palm Tree ( Structure)

Trunk of a Date Palm Tree.

I stood there in the burning sun

No one bothered about my pain

I took every piercing sun strokes

My roots buried under hot sands

They never cared about my life

My juicy fruits were all they want

My skin turned hard and rough

Cracks around was all I could see

I spent all my life in the desert

I lost the count of days I lived

I realized the bitter truth of life

My fruits are all they crave for

I saw my friends losing their lives

When Old age overpowered youth

I stood there with a clear vision

Waiting for fate to take my life…

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Killing beauty…

Sparkling in the gleam of sun

Donning the crown of beauty

She is strong, bold and fierce

Nothing can stop her journey

She is fearless in her deeds

And heeds no one but herself

Her magnetic beauty matchless

Dragging towards her countless

Her magnificence pulls them

Close to her means kill oneself

Still one can’t stop themselves

Their mind under her evil spell

Dragging you to her killing surfs

She is known to take many lives

Still you ignore the warning signs

And you go into her cold hands

Her kisses waiting to wish one

A good bye from this lovely world

Connected by a bridge..

Coorg, the place which is also known as Scotland of India, is a popular tourist location in South India. This hill-station has always been popular for its scenic beauty. She never disappoints the travellers who come to her. She embodies everything a nature lover crave for. From rivers, mountains, forests,streams, lakes, valleys, cliffs, one can find a full course meal to satisfy your appetite to explore the beauty of nature.

Though my goal was to do River-rafting in Cauvery river, as always when my travel plans are made, somehow I end up in places which are less crowded and less visited. Cauvery River-rafting is located near Kushalnagar, Coorg. Almost a kilometer before my destination, I came across this beautiful hanging bridge. It is not built as part of attracting tourists, but it is the only connectivity for the people living in the village across the river. It was a surprising fact for me to see that in real, though I have heard a lot about underdeveloped places having less connectivity with the external world.

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Across the bridge awaited me a beautiful village, with mud roads and paddy farms on either side of the small walk way. The villagers around the area totally depends on this small road and the hanging bridge to go to the next nearest town, Kushalnagar.

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Muddy pools formed by the rain
has a painful story to say
we were fresh,pure and clear
little droplets blue in color
diamonds were jealous of us
rainbow shades sparkling on us
we hit the ground wrapped in mud
our shade changed into deep brown
we lost all shine and shimmer
living life ignored by all…

P.S. My experience on river-rafting in Coorg will be shared in my next post 🙂