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कभी झूलती, कभी सँभलती,
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Tag: monsoon
Musings – Bliss
Nature blesses us every moment. Yet we ignore it and go ahead with our daily activities. We get so entangled in this quagmire that we fail to experience the bliss this nature bestows us.
One such bliss I experienced today. As monsoons arrived, my garden bloomed with lilies in pink, yellow, and white. Lush green shoots wear a crown of petals and sway in pride. Indeed, beauty and vain go together. I just sit and admire the vibrance and charm of these lilies. To keep alive these memories as I wait for these lilies to bloom again after a year.
lilies: monsoon : bliss
SURREALISM – Pink Lilies
I love lilies- in the garbs of whites, yellows, and pinks. These pink lilies in my garden became a part of my surreal journey. Another beautiful dream that poured out poetry from my soul.
The Lines
The monsoon raindrops infuse exuberance in life, The vreezy air caressing the plants like a melodious fife, Little beauties in pink attire, Glow in the light of cosmic fire, Glorifying the existence of this nature, Which exists in every creature, Reminding one to effortlessly align, With the master’s design, And experience the bliss this life is.
LILLES: LIGHT: SURREALISM
Poetry Podcast- A Humble Existence
This is a poem about a bird who waits for the right ambiance to make love to her lover. A simple rainfall in the evening of a monsoon month of July.
The Lines
There she sits in poignance,
On a dainty Gulmohar branch,
As she enjoys the lemony balmy sun,
On a monsoon mid-day of July,
She looks at the powder blue sky above,
And sings a soulful melody,
She waits in a vivid eagerness,
For the Prussian blue evening to arrive.
After a two-hour stay,
She welcomes the soothing breeze,
And the drops of pristine rainwater,
Fall down like a shower of love,
And they drench the earth in entirety,
Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree,
And the coy nightingale too.
And she retires to her nest,
With her mate, her lover,
After a dreamy dance of ecstasy,
Under the tranquil showers of bliss,
Bewitched by this mushy scenery,
They bloom together, into a beautiful unison,
Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.
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Love: Nature: Lovers
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