Category: Creation

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Creation Nature Rain thoughts

It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.


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Beauty Cairns Creation Nature Queensland thoughts Tourism

Locked in the North


It is a sleepy lethargic laid back town,

Amidst a land of  sandy brown,

Holding a wonderful  delicate crown,

Displayed  in the bluish under water frown,

A  voluminous  natural  great reef barrier  grown,

Clusters of colourful corals  diligentlyy thrown,

Lying in heaps and mounds not alone.

 

Fish and sea urchins live along,

Sea cucumber and star fish   dive head long,

Jelly fish sting with a venom not too long,

All jointly devour the moss with a tong,

Causing a damage to the great reef all along,

Unperturbed the Ocean reef sprouts in a throng,

Not losing the lovely charm in a song.

 

It is Australia’s natural gift, all hail,

The only living thing  seen from space  in a trail,

Greater than the “Great Wall Of China”  in the sail,

A “mecca” to holiday makers is  a slogan   frail,

Therein lies an abundance of beauty  as though in a pail,

Hundreds of islands and coral reefs  are hinged together  in a nail, 

It is Cairns high up in the northern Queensland  posing an enticing  unveil.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Beauty Creation Enlightenment Environment Inspiration Nature thoughts

A Beautiful May Morning.


It is a beautiful May morning,

The grasshoppers are busy flying ,

The butterflies  are buzz buzzing,

The  birds are  sweetly singing,

Depicting a scene most relaxing,

It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.

It is a beautiful May morning,

The baby is crying,

The elder boy is crazily drifting, 

The Lady is  attentively cooking,

Expressing a mood most exasperating

It is then the Sun came out from the sky.

 

 

It is a beautiful May morning,

The street is actively bustling,

Cars are incessantly plying,

People are  hurrying,

Enacting a plight most ruminating,

It is then the Sun comes out from the sky.

It is a beautiful May morning,

It is  a mood most relaxing,

The morning scenario is galvanizing

The routine  activities are  thronging,

Presenting the most plausible enthralling,

It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.

 

 

It is a beautiful may morning,

The dawn is amazing,

Punctuated by the episodes enticing,

Referred by the instances appealing,

Graduated by  regular happenings,

It is then the Sun  comes out of the sky.

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Actions Creation Nature Transitory Wisdom

It Is Transitory


Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,

Thick and dense in a clasping cue,

Spreading a canopy of shade ,

Providing a glittering like jade,

Only to fall in days few.

 

 

The rain fed rivers flow gently,

Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,

Carrying with them  alluvial soil  across

Enriching the fields as they cross,

Only to get into the ocean mildly.

 

 

Man lives with pomp and merry,

Arrogant and towering over all in glory,

Dictating terms to everyone with  serpentine authority,

Destroying one and all with diabolical  impetuosity

Only to get interred in dust shortly

It is as explicit as ever,

That which is born cannot live forever,

That which takes place will   fade

Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,

All would drop down in  a wither.

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Creation Experience Inspiration Nature thoughts

Greenery Around


Watching the lovely trees,

Endowed with green leaves,

Seeing the  manicured hedges,

Hemmed along the slushy  ledges,

Noticing the dangling   flowers

Blossomed  along the pathway  covers,

Walking over the stretch of lush grass,

Grown in abundance purporting a class,

Playing with the colourful butterflies

Which  buzz with  dedicated  ties, 

Following the cute little sparrows ,

Which hum with repeated notes in the meadows, 

Grant an illustrative experience as though in  pictures,

Daintily painted by the renowned painters

 

 

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Actions Creation Interpretation reverberation Story thoughts

It Is A Long Story


It is a long story ,

Full of  events ,

Packed with contents,

Annotated with pretence,

Quoted with reference,

Narrated with preference,

Listened with inference,

Enjoyed with deference,

Passed on with credence,

Calling for an observance,

Testing the indulgence,

Finally creating a performance,

Of delight and diligence,

Accosted by a gorgeous appease,

Solicited by a courteous inhibition,

Oh ! it is going to places,

Oh ! it is a marvel of words,

It is indeed a grand story ,

Though long and crazy.

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Creation subscriptions thoughts turmoil

A Blow ,A Strike, A Fall


Heard a smashing noise ,

A violent slash  it was,

Thud ,thud it sounded,

Lo , there was a bang,

A loud squeak emanated,

A sharp shriek was heard,

There was a blast,

A fall ,a collapse resulted,

The beautiful tree came down,

It tumbled flat on the ground,

A sordid sight indeed!

A ghastly scenario  really!

A terrible blow truly!

A vicious strike exactly!

Finally a miserable fall absolute.

 

 

That which stood royal an hour ago,

Lies down biting the dust  poorly now,

That which yielded fruits and nuts,

Is a mound of rubbish  at present,

That which gave shade and strength,

Relays  a  heap of broken twigs  now,

That which was a cynosure to all eyes,

Seems like an eyesore now,

That which was a thing of beauty,

Looks like an empty distraction now,

Illustrating  the transitoriness,

Underlining the fleeting  of life,

Denoting the impermanence,

 Yes, anything born has to die.  

 

 

 

 

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Creation Evolution Speech subscriptions turmoil

The Great Wall


Walls play a vital role,

Across the countries ,

Around the houses too.

 

 

The Great Wall of China is ancient,

It is a fortification against  invasion,

Really it is a wonderful monument.

 

The Great Wall divides Berlin.,

A physical division of east and west,

But it is a symbolic boundary of Democracy and Communism.

 

Walls divide and  earmark the borders

An apparent way to limit the rightful ownership,

If not extensions would become encroachments.

 

Walls have other functions too,

Mental blocks build an imaginary wall,

Breaking the conducive interactions.

 

It is easy to bring down the brick walls,

A blow shatters them to a collapse,

Leaving the space unhindered.

 

It is a travail to shed the minds  abstractions,

A trigger is enough to ignite the fury,

Evolving a unceremonious flutter.

 

The Chinese Wall is one of the seven wonders,

The Berlin Wall has been pulled down,

The agony builds stern walls that remain forever.

 

 

 

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Care Creation

Attempt To Renovate.


Rare paintings in age-old temples,

Reveal volumes of history,

Depict  scenes of the past,

In colourful artistic splendour.

 

These monumental sketches,

By artists of yore,

Are rare treasures passed on,

From generations to generations.

 

They tell us about events,

Teach us  the customs,

Discipline our lifestyle,

By illustrations of traditions.

 

Restoration  unmindful destroys,

 Kill  the beauty forever,

As the significant exhibits die,

In the hands of ignorance.

 

Renovations  have to restructure

 To garnish the lost glamour,

 By reinventing the charm,

In conservative constructions.

 

 

The present day efforts,

Put forth a suicidal trend,

Wiping off extensively ,

The delicacies of the past.

 

A painting is a creation,

Of the mind and soul,

It is a  profound release,

Of thought and imagination.

 

 

True art has no replicas,

 As they are spontaneous,

Born only once,

Never to be created again.

 

Such being the state,

An extreme care is the need,

 Bidding a requisition  for a challenge,

Most similar to a virtuous patience