I was born to be a funeral flower
to be placed on wreaths
I lose my sparkle to the tearful faces
and my fragrance to lifeless forms
I am a part of the environment,
the face of grief
The bridal flowers pity me,
and I tell them,
“You are just an addition to the joy
But I am a source of comfort
I am not here to allure
or be admired
I am here to honor
The beings gone to the other world
I am the sole spark of life
in countless graves.”
This is the last destination
of the wayward traveller,
Beyond the human reach,
these mountains
are frozen by destiny
as an immovable part of nature
We run and race
to touch and feel this
distant mirage,
but all we are allowed
is a fleeting glance
of this sculpted beauty
It is seemingly near
but too far for the human touch
The fireball reflected in a placid lake
illuminates the entire area
The early sun
does not burn
but in its youth and innocence,
the sun lights up
each object of nature
and with boundless curiosity
visits unexplored places
After the magical mist passes
and each object has been discovered,
the sun remembers its true purpose
now old and wise,
it burns the world with all its might
Beauty not only resides
in sprightly brightness
and flashing colours
Look at this new blossom
of delicate petals
and pale splendour
Any heart that dances
to the rhythm of animated glow
would be enveloped in soft music
and be cheered with unknown warmth
while glancing at this flower of joy
The tired sky stared at the earth
having nothing to give
Bereft of energy
and spirit
The warmth of the earth
turned into a burn
The sun pierced the land
cutting it to dry pieces
Unable to bear the crushing weight
of so many beings
the earth shook
and erupted one day,
which the world called earthquake
The sky hid behind clouds
too powerless to help
the trembling earth
The trees welcome you
with different shades of Green,
Grey, Orange and bright Yellow
rivalling flowers to display their beauty
They radiate a unique fragrance
of leaves, adjoining flowers
and the thick roots
Take a deep breath
fill yourself with this enticing fragrance
on your way to the destination,
store it deep in your heart
and hold it secure
till you visit the next time
Thanks to jessicamittens for nominating my blog. Jessica loves writing, editing and is also working on novels. Do check out her blog.
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Thank you once again, Jessica!
We watch them in grasses
Grazing to their full
and staring curiously
Little knowing the intentions
The next day – they are in our dining tables
in varying forms and sizes
We watch them in media
Call them ‘endangered species’
while wearing their skin
as a deterrent against cold
and an object of fancy
We watch them in the forest
Marvel at their ferocity
Hiding in a safe place
The next day –
the trophies of our ‘bravery’
hang in our walls
Just think for a moment
of the dying animal
Liken their blood with yours
Look into their eyes,
think of your loved ones
and we will never do that again
There is a country on the Far East
much favoured by every beauty of nature
A land of splendid hills
Here the flowers are not plucked
and the roads are not soiled
There is unlimited freedom
with different people united
Voices are soft
and everybody is heard
Animals speak here –
Dogs in a pleasing voice,
Horses commanding
Cats proud
and the squirrels in a melting tone
No arrogance and abuse
in the countless networking sites
Acceptance and equality all around
with opportunities in abundance
Toss your umbrella away
and walk this way
With the rain, let us sway
We will feel the rain
Before it touches the ground
Be enamoured by its music
Its unending magic
and tap our feet
to its steady beat
We will glow in its beauty
Forget ourselves
and the world for sometime
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