BIRDS: CAN WE IGNORE THEM?

I didn't had a freshly taken image of birds/critters for this week. So I thought, why not say something in a few verses as a simple tribute to their  gorgeous individuality and priceless entitlements, which nature has bestowed upon them!

Here is my offering, hope you like it.

BIRDS

You angels of the skies,

Fluttering and chirping you gracefully fly.

Innocent and guileless bereft of lies,

Spread joy and beauty, being great guys.

Purity of your intentions reflect in your eyes,

Repositories of kindness you hate fake ties.

Melodies you sing, the first thing when you rise,

Shunning falsehood is the credo you prize.

Soften the jolts of our sobs and cries,

Freedom chaperons your endless drives.

Human greed you abhor in every guise, 

Vouch for bonds that never tend to die

We long for your freedom of choice,

Unbridled chance for our opinions to voice.

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Friends,welcome here as always!

This post is part of:
Saturday Critters, Camera Critters, id-rather-b-birding,Nature Notes

ROSES AND PRICKLES

'The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.'

 

       Saadi.

'F' IS FOR FLOWERS.

My words keep playing with the evergreen mystery of our life. The gratuitous gifts of nature in the form of flowers, vegetation and other spectacular displays in changing seasons is a perennial source of inspiration. The natural phenomenon relates profoundly to the nature of our lives on this earth. For instant flowers, forests, valleys and glades play a significant role in uplifting our morale,which keeps us going on.

Another Wednesday gives a new opportunity for integrating thoughts about the insoluble mystery of life that all of us are living through.

Life is neither a bed of roses nor thorns,

It is a mixed bag of joys and pricking corns.

In fact….

Life’s canister is stuffed more with prickles,

Than laughter causing tickles.

Every mirth is slyly stalked,

By residues undesirable to be talked.

Never a moment is pure delight,

Bereft of memories of itchy slights.

Uncertainty is a bane and a boon,

Beyond our powers to prune.

A shadowy presence we sense in our minds,

Scary, unkind, rigid to hold us in a bind.

Truly, the scenario is galling,

No escape beyond facing the challenge.

Man may inhabit the moon and more,

The endless struggle stays in the fore.

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Linking to:ABC Wednesday, Wordless Wednesday

Friends,welcome here as always to start a conversation!

LIFE: RIDDLES AND KNOTS

One of my favorite quotes!

'E' IS FOR 'EARTHEN'.

By the way, Wednesday post is for reflecting and articulating the mystery  inherent in the very concept of life. Life is imbued with multiplicity of interpretations, which are not random but follow a complex pattern. My poem (fourteen lines) roughly is in the form of a sonnet and has three stanzas and a couplet. Here it is:

LIFE is akin to an earthen pot,

Ever rife with impulsive brew on spot.

Smoldering embers, readied for vigilance,

Pre-empt the notion that stifles brilliance.

Well, turn the page:

Festering wounds stay embalmed,

In the chink of the soul securely calmed.

Deep hurts and recurring pains,

Sleep uneasily in shrouds of fake gains.

Go to the next page:

Let life be fashioned in metal and stone,

Newfangled world of human clones!!!

The idea of doom is a deadly cocktail,

Entails despondency and all hopes derailed.

The epilogue:

Human spirit is willed never to die,

Like a phoenix the brave hearts will rise. 

Friends,welcome here as always!

Linked to:ABC Wednesday, Wordless Wednesday,

DEATH IS REAL

Hemingway's 'THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA' IS A CLASSIC. It is a 'magnum opus' of stark realism. He is one of my favorite novelists! I love the truth behind the words, in this quote!



'D' IS FOR 'DEATH'


Another Wednesday, another letter and a new adventure. 


Here is my first attempt at writing  'Haiku' a Japanese form of poetry comprising three lines of 5 7 5 syllables.

          Death

Death’s dark shadows grip,  

Life’s calendar crossed each day,

Well, laugh it away. 

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PS. I've always admired John Donne's poetic perspective on death. Here, I'm reproducing it for your perusal: 

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

By John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Friends,welcome here as always! 

Linking to:
ABC Wednesday,Wordless Wednesday

LIFE'S ZIGZAG AGENDA

“Our attitude toward life determines life's attitude towards us.” 

With this the 'ABC Wednesday'  alphabetical challenge comes to a thumping      end.

 

'Z' is for 'Zigzag'  

Let’s pick life’s each grain,

Its smooth tracks, plus its tortuous terrains.

Its simplicity as well as its exotic mores,

Its lively brooks, scenic hills, and littered shores.

Its serendipity and its inanities,

Its magic wonders, its grim realities.

Its gleeful smiles, its wrenching sobs,

Its godly souls and its lynching mobs.

Its cool valleys and its scorching plains,

Its classy style and its crumbling remains.

Its greenery, its blooms, its naked deserts,

Its elevating joys and its corroding hurts.

Its moonlit starry nights, its groping mists.

Its warm hugs, and its mindless massacres.
Well, whatever way, you may define it,

Life remains sublime and infinite in every bit.

Friends,welcome here as always! 

Linking to: ABC Wednesday, Outdoor Wednesday, Wordless Wednesday