बादलों के शहर की जानी अनजानी, नई पुरानी, अजब पर पहचानी सी बातें रोमांचित करती हैं।
Marabou storks native to the African Continent appear mighty huge. They are either loved or hated by people owing to their unique traits.
A Woman's desire to conquer her way to freedom is evident in many ways. Aruna Varsani's recent excursion to Mt. Rwenzori is an inspiration for this poem.
Night-blooming cereus is the common name referring to a large number of flowering ceroid cacti that bloom at night. The flowers are short lived, and some of these species, such as Selenicereus grandiflorus, bloom only once a year, for a single night. Other names for one or more cacti with this habit are princess of the night, Honolulu queen (for Hylocereus undatus), Christ in the manger, dama de noche and queen of the night (which is also used for an unrelated plant species).
All our geometric shapes and various designs and shapes are but an expression of the master patterns within and around us all. The universe is presented to us in mighty bold patterns that reflect through the many day to day patterns that we create and live through. How much attention have we given to the master patterns? Observe is the name of the game.
Imaginations and fascinations go together to inspire many poets. However, clouds have been an ever present object of imagination for most people irrespective of their poetic abilities.
Nairobi blooms with Jacaranda upsurge all around. A poem in praise of the rich purple spread around.
What is religion and how may we change it to live in a world of new kind of religion away from the genetic or spiritual linkage.
"Tread carefully, for you tread on my existence, You walk on the path of my sustenance." I hear that little voice in my imagination, of a being of God, his silent creation, and I look down as I am about to step, pacing to and fro, counting each step. It gave me a scare, oh! … Continue reading ONENESS IN LIFE (1)
Tiny crystalline dots of dew, embellish all, not just a few Where do they hide, before their appearance? Where do they go, after disappearance? Do they feel the pains now and ever?