India is that buffet breakfast where idly, parantha, poha and bread are served
Nation where every ingredient of dum biryani retains it's uniqueness yet proudly calls itself dum biryani
Diverse natural beauty making a fruit basket encompassing all conceivable landforms and climate
Illuminating historical works that's now a salad eaten world wide
Amazing dish which every Indian is proud of and many all over the world wish to partake
greens
landforms
humans treat
mother nature
yet, you maintain serving humanity.
every second you draw a great landscape
You feed and care.
selflessness.
byword.
trust.
Written: January 07, 2022
Oh, Mother nature
We humans treat you in the worst possible manner,
yet you serve us relentlessly
Thou art indeed an epitome of unconditional love
Oh, Mother nature
Encompassing varied dynamic landforms and greens
you paint an enchanting scenery every second
Thou art indeed an epitome of unsurpassed beauty
Oh, Mother nature
The seed of all life forms, mother of all mothers
you sustain your children by providing air, water and food
Thou art indeed an epitome of selfless service
Oh, Mother nature
When you lash out in anger through natural calamities
it's a gentle reminder to take care of you for our own good
Thou art indeed an epitome of perfection
Oh, Mother nature
I bow down unto you with reverence
and resolve to take care of you with same dedication as you
Oh, Mother bless me that I may succeed in my endeavour
Happy parades in and out regularly
Smirking from behind landforms sometimes
I catch glimpses and I smile
Finding her secret places
Now appreciated
She comes more often
Feeling welcome
every day
common
mirth
Brazil, her flash, her colors, her dramatics, her languages, her flair!
Christ the Redeemer seen clearly from the airplane, high in the air.
Coffee beans roasted in such a way to make me salivate.
Football in a new realm; a thrill that I can hardly anticipate.
Brazil, her spider monkeys with their fifth appendage in the Amazon.
Her anacondas and pumas, slinking, as they sneak up on a fawn.
Sugar Loaf Mountain, welcoming people from every nationality.
Brazil, known for her wonderful eclectic landforms, her specialty.
Brazil, full of carnivals, especially in Rio de Janeiro. Want to go, Honey?
Gangs give tourists a scare; sometimes they kidnap those with money.
Her flash, her flair, her daring ways, her love of things old and new.
This is such a wonderful place to see. I’d like to go with you!
It’s a topographical nightmare.
The terrain rises and slopes over small mountain ranges I wish everyday were freckles.
The landforms, shifting and rising with every glance in the mirror, they’re rough from years of scrubbing and
cleansing and
picking and
medication more destructive than effective. The landscape is mottled, it’s patchwork--
Lakes of oil next to avalanches of dead skin that flake to the floor. I leave a trail behind me. It’s ugly.
And I knew that from a young age.
Every “have you ever thought about popping them?” whispered in English class every “what’s on your face?” from my fellow seven-year-olds every “let’s go back to the doctor” softly demanded by my mother every “try another medication she still looks bad” that my grandmother knew I could hear.
They made sure I understood how repulsive I was.
They didn’t want me to forget.
Don’t get a big head. Then we’d have to see even more of you.
Stop thinking that
Pretty
is what you’re designed to be.
THE DEEP MYSTERY
The biggest animal species on earth was ever been,
the dinosaurs roamed proud the land of the Jurassic.
In fierce fights they were the ones to always win,
everything surrounding them seemed so very weak.
When they tromped sloth on massive legs of pillar,
pounded the unstable landforms getting torn apart,
enacting for all the meek animals around a thriller.
The ground shook, in fear they scrambled to dart
Some 65 million years ago dinosaurs disappeared
in an abrupt extinction event in the earth’s history.
If an asteroid strike or volcanic eruption engineered
the fatal catastrophe, is still buried in deep mystery.
Their fragile fossils in rock strata will show the way
to the scientist Holmes to solve the enigma someday.
June 25, 2019
Across the prairie, driving fast,
a gust of wind, I cannot pass,
I’m transfixed by rippling grass,
stop the car in this empty space,
the blades all move in staggered waves.
Cattle graze nearby, lazily,
to the motion the pay no heed,
though one stares warily at me,
but I’m still caught by the motion
of wind through this tallgrass ocean.
So different from eastern forest,
or baking desert nearly lifeless,
why should I be en rapt by this?
I who have scaled a rocky range,
seen buttes and needles, landforms strange.
Looked at canyons bigger that states,
at glaciers that smash mountains great,
how could flat grassland ever rate?
But whispered motion of stalks long
entrances me…I must gaze on.
I seek
To experience the world
Outside these four walls
Beyond the circuits, and signals I receive
I can only think
Of this earth
I have yet to see
Countries
Continents
Void of my footprints
Without my five forms,
Of sense
I dare not miss
Landmarks and
Landforms
That I have learned
From science class
Books and guides
But nothing more
Than the natural eye
Can behold
The beauty of earth
In its fullness, completely
The complexities
Of cultures
Across the seas
Oh to feel
Oh to see
The fresh wind
Blowing through
The foreign trees
One can almost weep
At the many things
Afar, from our limited world,
To see
This land in its varied shades
Of splendor,
I long through life for
Its beauty
Of which,
I seek
"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.
"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.
"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.
"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up in the sky.
"But now that we've gone,
We're extinct, put away,
We all rest in peace,
And now you must pay."