Windows of nature…

Its always known that there will be a light in the end of a dark tunnel. Though it is a very simple sentence, it projects the message of hope in the journey of life. The darkness of hardships and the light of accomplishments.

This is a well known fact of life. Am I being too philosophical? Though that is not my intention this view made me think philosophically. The sea is still bright and full of light while everything on the shore was engulfed in darkness.

Standing on the shore and watching sea through the coconut tress, I felt as if I am gazing at brighter side of life through a huge window standing in dark. Every sorrows and instances which I went through in my life came gushing into my mind. It reminded me of how I used to sit near my windows looking outside expecting the dark clouds to move away and lit my life with a new sunrise.

Gazing afar I stand here alone

Exploring shades of dawn and dusk

With the little waves talking to me

and clouds watching from above

Scattered clouds,rumbling waves

Breaking the silence of nature

Washing away the sins of mind

To the brighter start of a new day

Weekly photo challenge – Experimental

Hey friends

Here is my submission for this week’s photo challenge!

You might be wondering what a bunch of flowers have to do with this week’s theme ‘experimental’. Let me explain.

I bought my new Iphone 7 plus last May. The only reason I chose 7 plus over others is because of its added camera option of dual lens. The portait mode in this phone gained lot of popularity within few days of its launch.

When I got my phone I was so excited to try the portrait option and was searching for something to click. I was at home and I saw this beautiful bright bunch of flowers standing there. I felt it was talking to me. It was asking me “don’t you feel that I am good enough for your experiment”!

I went near the flowers and adjusted the camera to get the depth effect and then the perfect capture and thus a beautiful portrait image was saved into my gallery.

When the heart bleeds for thy love

to wipe away the tears of loneliness

Searching for the long lost love

Reminding of the days cherished

Memories are the only remains

Feelings are washed away by ocean

Leaving a deep scar in the heart

Swimming in the depth of darkness

Searching for the glimpse of light

Hope is fading away with time

Still I am living holding myself tight…

Weekly photo challenge – experimental

Weekly photochallenge – Waiting

When the rain clouds are swallowing the sky to form a beautiful painting, the green and orange tints of nature creating the ambience…Rustling of leafs and cool breeze playing the most romantic music on earth.. Here he spread his extravagant feathers to attract her..to impress her with his beauty and write a poem of love together.

He waited there graciously

His heart filled with excitement

He spread his feathers wide

Freezing the time in its beauty

He turned round and searched

Every second felt like an year

His mind clouded like the sky

Every moment evoking anxiety

He waited there longingly

He was not tired standing there

Awaiting her was never a pain

He was not alone in the wait

Whole nature accompanied him

For that divine moment of union

Cloudy sky formed the roof

While breeze played the music

Fragrance of love filled everywhere

When the two hearts became one.

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Its our home..

When I looked at them, I felt they are mocking at me. They were asking me what luxury and happiness you enjoy more than what we have.

I was thinking what I acquired in life. I live in a city and more than food what I eat is pollution and drink chlorinated water when they are filling their lungs with fresh air and enjoying the fresh water which to an extent we ensured they wont get by extending the pollution every nook and corner of the world. They have greenary, fresh breeze and calm environment around them when our sorroundings are filled with different sorts of noises, hot breeze carrying the smell of smoke.

By massive deforestation along with spoiling the balance of environment, we are taking away the habitats of these animals who also has equal share on earth just like us. These animals are the ones who has everything in lifeamd not us. They have a peaceful life when we struggle every moment sorting out various issues in our life. They have a good relation among themselves when we fight between each other. But can you see the fear in their eyes when it look at you? Aren’t they pleading not to destroy whatever is remaining?

 

The little one is really naughty. He is busy pulling the bigger one’s tail.🙊

 
We see the life around us from top
Happy little monkeys we are…
We have everything we need here
Peace is what we enjoy utmost
We have fresh air and water here
You breathe in pollution and dust
We dont worry about our life
But we are scared of you humans
Plants and trees are our world
You take it all for your needs
Have you thought about our life
We also have a share on this earth..

As in fairy tales..

I grew up listening to the stories of the princes, princessess and witches who captures the Pretty Princess in the castle inside the deep forest and Prince Charming riding in his white horse and rescuing her. Not only me, I think there wont be anyone who has not heard these sort of stories in their childhood and picturised in their heads about the thick forests and tall castles.

Instead of white horse I was riding a white scooter when I came across this place. I stopped as I had a sudden feeling of familiarity even though I am visiting this place first time in my life. I walked through the tangled branches touching them and feeling them with my finger tips. I sat on one of the low branches listening to the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves. As usual my wandering mind started travelling to a different world, the world in fairy tales.

The trees were standing apart in the darkness. The world was covered in shadows. Every single sound was evoking fear in them. They always stood there in silence. But the fear was difficult to overcome. They extended their hands to hold each other…To console each other … The more the darkness engulfed them, the more they coiled so that no evil hands can take them away. That made them strong reminding the wise words of unity is strength. They united as one to fight against the shadows as one body and one soul…

Sanjay Gandhi National Park, Mumbai

Tangled, coiled and twisted on their own
Difficult to differentiate where it belong
Bathed by the monsoon droplets
Living in the darkness and shadows
Evoking fear in those who passes by
Reminding of the dark castles of fairy tales

Early morning tea..

My day starts with a cup of tea. I feel something is missing when I dont get it. The fresh aroma and the flavour washing away the left over sleep in my eyes and made me ready to start my day with full energy and bliss.

Even though I had learnt about the processing of tea at school, I never thought too much about it till I saw a tea plantation. I walked amidst the well shaped tea trees arranged in a step by step fashion attracting every eye who has the sense to admire beauty.

The different shades of green covering whole area in a hilly terrain with dew drops on the leaves shining brightly is a breathtaking view. I stood there looking at the mesmerising tea garden. I saw the little leaflets in light green shade which pulled me into deeper thoughts…

How painful it would have been for the mother to pull its newborn from her arms and take it away from her? Isn't it same for the tea plant as well? The newborn leaf of her's is plucked away from the mother ignoring her tears hidden by the dewdrops . Is she aware that her little babies are dried and smashed and squeezed which is further put into boiling water and consumed by people? Wouldn't it be heart breaking for her? She cried for many days bearing the pain of parting and again gave birth to a new one without realising that the fate of this one is also similar..

Chikmagalur, Karnataka state, India.

The freshness of a cup of tea
Give a kickstart to a bright day
The newborn babies plucked
From the mothers arms are dried
crushed, squeezed and pressed
It come to us in a fancy packing..
She gave birth to offsprings again
Without knowing their fate is same.

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Blind in love..

Here begins a day, a beautiful way to start admiring this view. Did you ever think how trees might be displaying its love? How they might be talking to each other? How they will be showing their intimacy. I was asking these trees for the answers to my questions. This picture was captured on my way to Chikmagalur, a beautiful district in Karnataka cradled by the mountains and enchanted with splendid greenery. I couldn’t hold myself to stop and capture this beautiful view though I was running short of time to reach my destination.

They were entwined, branches were their hands. Exploring each other’s beauty and holding tightly so that the early morning winds won’t push them apart. It was a foggy morning. The air around was chilly filled with the fragrance of coffee from the plantations spread around the area. They were beautiful as you can see, having a perfect shape, their trunks branched and spread out touching each other unveiling a breath taking view for those who pass by.

Moving their body slowly matching with the beautiful song sung by the wind and the foggy environment was creating the ambiance. Were they aware that the cluster of clouds above them is looking at them in jealousy? Were they noticing the fog rising around them and cloaking with their misty hands? They were blind in love. Nothing else can bring them back to word from their state of ecstasy. Standing day and night embracing their loved one, minds wandering away from the worldly concerns and reaching to the peak of gratification.

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Dew drops dancing over the baby twigs
white creamy fog embracing the world
fallen leaves repenting on their fate
lonely trees eyeing them with jealousy
No one can part us, they told the wind
who tried his best to push them apart
they stood brave singing their love story

I am alone..

If someone ask me what I hate most without any doubt I will say it is to be left alone. That might be one reason I got attached to the lone trees. There is some points in your life when you are left out, lonely with no one to share your thoughts and feelings, to be part of your little world. Isn’t it really hard? Don’t you think even other living things in the nature will be feeling the same?

When all other living things around them live their life surrounded by their family and friends, they stand here alone excluded by everyone. Being able to watch everything surrounding them standing tall above all while there is no one around to touch or talk. clouds staring at them from above and pitying and the winds talking about the happiness and contentment you get being not alone , the little grasses wondering why they are unreachable and try to go near the roots to comfort them but failing miserably in their task.

They wait there when the seasons change, when the years passes, when the sun sets and rises again. To love and to be loved. To be part of their life. To Live and  Die together..

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Blinded by pride towering above the rest
boasting about his victory and achievement
overwhelmed by the power over the little things
twisted and misshaped by his wickedness
without the realisation that he is mocked
that you have lived alone and will die alone

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There he stands alone among his peers
waiting for his day to take his leave
is it his age that betrayed him
or the harsh kisses of the weather
there he stands counting his days
shouting the truth all will die one day..

 

It took a lifetime..

Some things are quite hard to acquire like the pebbles formed in the streams and perfect shaped rocks we see around us. The journey they went through to achieve this perfection does make me think. What all they might have experienced in their life’s journey. Which all beautiful places they might have seen..

Aren’t they inspiring us? Aren’t they giving the message how hard is to achieve something in life. We admire the beauty of it. We use pebbles for decoration. If they had life they would have told us never ending stories. When I look at them its not just the stones I see. I see their life. That’s what inspire me to frame poems.

Scared to be taken away by the stream
The only force binding them is their unity
With a promise not to leave one behind
Holding each other tightly with passion
Days getting harder struck by rain
Wind showing no mercy in their fate
Praying that day shouldn’t come soon
Choking them with pain of separation

 

Warm touch of sunlight embracing tightly
Sleeping peacefully protected by mountains
Untouched, unharmed and unstained..
Awaiting for the touch of her beloved
To wake up to a day full of light and love
Where the watchful eyes are faraway..
Waiting to torment her and torture her
for her need for a better tomorrow..

A long way to go..

Walking through the wild is an awesome experience. The smell of the nature, music played by small streams, wind , birds and insects. Looking around to a world of greenary and fresh air. These small paths has seen so many lives. From the time of ancient age where people used to live in harmony with the nature until this day where other pressing matters which give way to destroying these beauties.

Each and every step of mine gave me fresh energy to go ahead further more. The fragrance of earth was enchanting. The branches covering the path tickling my body made me happy. My lungs bursted with the happiness of having a touch of fresh air than the usual menu of polluted and oxygen deprived environment.

A lot of untold stories hidden in the darkness
Awaiting for the mysteries to be resolved..
Each tree has countless tales to sing
of the days they have seen and yet to come
The seasons they encountered and lived
Away from the exploitation of mankind..

A wisp of light seeping through the trees
A sheaf of leaves piled up paving my way..
A cluster of bamboos arched to welcome me
Here I go searching for my destiny..
To a world of clouds , flora and bliss
Where the heaven and earth entwine..