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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dropping down the growing mountains,
Glittering down as sparklets of fountain,
Spitted out by solid rocks,
Remain in memory a flocks…
Learning had man repeat nature,
Annoyed he was not equally beautiful.
Captured in frames the act of nature
Will later modify calling his art in future.
All’s that we had seen off nature
One’s fine, is he has a departure
Oh, ye all not you alone fellow being
Her beauty barrows as you in you
For all that’s yelled imagination, creativity;
Are the road down the memory lane
Where you cherished nature’s fame.
LOVE NATURE to be CREATIVE & IMAGINATIVE
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Imagine you are in a place of nature's home ground where no one can match the abilities or challenge nature. Its just that we all fail to realize we are already in one. This, I wrote when I understood nature has its own role play... :)
Twinkling on the green meadows,
I saw it dropping down the grass
Could I no where disturb my eyebrows,
And my ears tuned to its phonetics.
Yet, could have not I taken it a piece,
captured on frames remarking peace..
Not a dream. Not a myth.
Not mad. Not an imaginant..
It was a ploy of draught.
And it had poured down the right plot.
But it could only sink grass,
and not make water in dams clot.
When it was gulped by a bird,
I wish me not to be a leopard,
to vanish that site of mine,
which was right to be described as fine.
oh Nature !!.. You are forever my Teacher !!!.