Oh this sunrise shows the glory of the earth.
The unbound joy of recieving the first showers for her unquenched thirst.
She gives a sign of relief through the exhaled petrichor,
An elixir for the earthly beings.
As now comes the time she is again ready to be immersed by the full blown rain.
Fully fertile to be sowed with seeds of pure love.
She gives out only life to those who bow.
My earth,the goddess of utmost resilience frowns rarely
only to those who invoke her rage.

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O thorn ! You cling and you hurt me
This is not love! Said the Rose.
The sad thorn fell off withered.
The Rose happily bloomed in freedom
But only to be plucked by the mad ragged beggar.
In memory of his partner,
Crushed it with filthy nails,
Chewed the petals
and spit on the sprawled street.
Love hurts! So does mad hate.
Choose wisely!

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Wilderness has the power to grow and beautify despite all the barrenness, Self limitations are the comfort zones of civilised human beings.

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Sleep and me have one thing in common
Both of us struggle to get over each other.
Sleep and me have one thing in common
Darkness makes us come closer to each other.

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Moon in the day sky

O moon why are you still in the sky?
For whom are you waiting?
Do you want to have a glimpse of the sun?
All the night you roved fast around the earth
to catch up with the sun.
I can see the hide and seek
You play everyday.
A few moments of togetherness
But with a distance.
You seem to be content and calm.
What should I call this ?
Love or a chase !
The sun chases you as he rises.
Your wait is in vain.
Cast the darkness conspire with the earth.
Cause an eclipse and make him wait.

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Beautiful butterfly don’t fall
to the lure of the web.
The intricacies woven finely
to trap your innocence.
Trust and benevolence
Graceful Freedom but you fly low.
Know your worth and grow.

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The Mystic work.

The moon and the sun never met
but spread smiles all over the earth.
The bees hummed the message
to the dancing flowers.
Orchestra played the crickets
while the birds chirped the song of love.
There is no end to desires,
No death to beliefs.

The Moon and the Sun never met
But True to its nature
The fox vile with creepy eyes
hopped in to the amorous silence.
Crippled the dynamics with a crooked howl.
The strings of blowing breeze
quietened its growl.

The moon and the sun never met
But the Flowers bloomed,
Buds blossomed, Saplings grew.
The sun kissed and moon caressed
Blessed the damsel earth
to be in its divine glory.
The sun and the moon never met
But spread smiles all over the earth.

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यूँ ही नही मिलती राही को मंजिल,
एक जूनून सा दिल में जगाना होता है।
पूछा चिड़िया से कैसे बना आशियाना
बोली तिनका-तिनका उठाना पड़ता है।

न रुकी वक्त की गर्दिश और न जमाना बदला,
पेड़ सूखा तो परिंदों ने ठिकाना बदला।
आ गयी अब हर जगह
इनसानियत से बने वो घौंसलें।
तेरा आशियाना किसी
एक जललाद ने बरबाद किया था,
लेकिन यहां एक फरिशता भी तो था।

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Nature
There is lot of Glamour and Vanity in the nature.
I see the regular changing shadows and colours.
I see the drapes and designs
The hues of warmth and shyness
The softness of love and compassion
The embrace of sympathy and care.
But it’s not for sale.

The soft whispers of breeze
and caressing waves of stillness
The roars of blowing wind and rising oceans.
All that is for display and treat for the eyes.
But It’s not for sale.

Mother Nature, We forget you are!
The Glamour and vanity is your ornament.
You dance to your free will
You sing songs of lore
But it’s not for sale.

You show the wrath too when
the human greed and lust takes you for granted.
The power to hold you can only be divine.
And It’s not for sale.

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Saviour of rightful.
Protector of his innocent devotees.
His Raasleela is not about playing with Gopis.
It’s the divine Cosmic dance with nature.
Purush and different forms of Prakriti.
His Radha is a not a lover but a motherly
form who pines for his presence.
Salutes to the modern interpretations
that every man wants to play Raasleela
with Gopis but rarely have the courage
to protect a Draupadi, punish a Putana
or Slay the Kansa.
Hey Krishna !
Please bless everyone with
the Courage and powers🙏
Hey Radhe !
Bless everyone with
the power of patience
and sacrifice for love🙏

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