Insight

  Oh! Buds that usher in the next generation, Spreading enthusiasm in vivid hue, Oh! Harbinger of revitalization, Which delightful family do you belong to?   With long asymmetric petals and unequal sepals, With spiritual references of confiding in heavens, As a perennial bloom in numerous colours, Th canna is the humming bird’s favourite flower.   A thirtieth anniversary flower inferring devotion, With large freckled petals that have rebirth association, With fragrance that is meticulously captured in bottle, The purple sunbird tale lily’s nectar to peddle.   A temperamental show off in all shades that can be seen, With leaves that are blue, green and everything in between, Rule s over the spring season, Tulips have long thin stalk for ornamental reason.   The trumpet among the flower community, Has many a medicinal property, Has roots instead of bulbs to nurture, Hibiscus with global relatives, has a mallow nature.   A food, a fruit, a

  Symbol of transition that life brings, A small flower that blossoms every spring, Delicate flower that lives for a fortnight, Shades of pink and peach presenting a soothing sight, Reminds us of the ups and downs of our daily strife, Between the spring and fall of our lives, Melancholy of the life we thrive, In the cycle of bloom and wither we survive.

  Soft daisies on the hard boulder, Like small flowers on a large timber, Like sweet pulpy fruit in a hard rind, Like water for the parched land, Like gentle rain on a warm sunny day, Like a complete rainbow over the clouds dark and grey, Like impetus with hot searing anger, Like a perfect recitation amidst the pain that lingers, Every action with an intend to succeed, Each task taken with an aim to complete.

  Fluorescent  pink rose full of grace, Ushers in a gentleness that stays, The joyous Rosa Bella , A beautiful happy fella, Balances the evergreen glade, In subtle medium pink shades, Always arriving with seven blades, Adorns many an arcade.

A superstar, With stalks reaching far, Comes in shade of vermillion and coral, Makes bouquets floral, Speaks of fascination to life, A desire to charge towards strife, Tells us am enthusiastic tale, Of unmatched energy swell, The Rosa Tropicana flower, A storehouse of hope and strength power.  

  A bird in vivid green and yellow, Talking to the sun in tones, hush and mellow, Merging with the shrubs’ red and white spots, And yet contrasting the vibrant green dots.

Familiar features in a sea of faces, A time out with tea and album of old snaps, A call from a longtime friend, A ticket to your favourite concert, A good word of acknowledgement, A polite word of value from a youngster.   A happening more valuable than paisas, A happy thought in grimed in mind wraps, A delightful recollection of time spent, A symphony of notes and lyrics inspiring a sing along in spurts, An extraordinary achievement, A child’s lovely gesture.   Some simple reasons for happiness, Quite easy methods to attain greatness.

The front porch, Where the sun scorch, Pots and plants are in a line, A watering path to walk in just fine, Lilies and asters tall and long, Basils and crotons short and small.   Greens in the back yard bubble, Pretty after separating a bag of waste rubble, Visual treats post hours of toil n’ trouble. A perfect place to escape hubbub hubble.

  When happiness is in the air, When all around there is fanfare, When hearts and tables are brimming, When people are wishing and greeting, When you don a new dress appealingly, When you give the needy, passively, Its time to rejoice the splendid day, The beautiful and merry Christmas is here to stay.

A head with a crown, With rows of red ruby stones, Alternating with lines of golden tones, Look! The Cardinal is in town.   Scarlet and black liner around the eye, Gray- and crimson-coloured wings as they fly, Sport a conical, coral coloured bill, Fluffing down feathers to keep away the frosty chill.   Feeding on snails and beetles from the ground, Snacking on corn, sunflower and oats seeds round, Hops about in the garden, shrubland or any wetland, Perched majestically on the ironwood trees in woodland.

A house on the forest edge, Along the narrow insane ledge, Thatched roof with fulfillment inside, Next to a slab dome that keeps gratitude outside, Tall trees wrestling with the wind, A tussle with the subconscious bend, A ragged path into the unknown, A new jagged day is born, Warm smoke emitting sweet fragrance, Whiff of cold reality’s reminiscence, Calming effects of a quiet lane, Corrosive laminar putting lives at stake, Splashed around are lilies of multiple opportunity, Harsh, when living itself is a calamity, Two contrasting possibilities, Living in a dream dwelling, Residing in a factual lodging, Surviving hard reality.

Four flowers of the intense kind, Playing games on the mind, Roses in multiple layers, A certain kind of dragon slayer.   Deep colour against the grey floor, Releasing pleasantries through every pore, A dash of green leaf and stalk, To lessen the mental block.   An unfragmented note for the broken kind, A wholesome message colourfully signed, A prayer of thankful nature, All together a blissful picture.

  Rows of tiny yellow spots, Sitting on top of the green stalks, Rising above the brown earth, In every direction of visual girth, A special winter treat, A produce of splattered mustard seeds.

Marigold spheres so bright, Like the sun’s morning light, A canary-coloured center, so strong, Supports the delicate petals, short or long, A cheerful sway, that lasts for many days, With gentle breeze, flowing in a million ways.

Yellow browed tit, Among oak leaves it fits, A sharp note is its call, Traveling to the plain where snow falls, Seeds are its daily diet, A lover of peace and quiet, A fact all should know, Flew down from Kedarnath to tell you so, Resting on a thorny bush, Calming down an impulsive rush.

Pearls suspended in the air, Petals wear glitters to add to the fun and fare, Leaves coat up a silky wear, Buds polished in colours that scare, A warbler perched in the colourful end, Rejoicing on the day well spent, Preparing for the arrival of days new, Right after restful hours, quiet a few.

Multilayered bands around a cup, Common daisies out for a Sunday hub, Violets letting giggles percolate, Whites make sure contentment is not late, Pink appealing to the feminine side, Yellow hitching in a sunny ride, Grey sprinkling the reality confetti, Black binding all in a cherry unity, Together giving the unhappy world a smiling snub.

Sheltered from the wild, Under a multilayered pink canopy, Is a small bird child, Visually observing its surrounding entropy, Suppressing the urge to assist, Strategizing different options, Planning to flee, if problem persists, While trying to gain control to one’s selection.

A shrill call piercing, Through dew air damping, A chestnut cap bobbing, Among the thorny bush siding,   Perched on a high seating, Known for its barbed wire feeding, Fly miles for a European migration, But home is crown of Africa extension, Stocky and bigheaded wood shrike, Wearing a mask, always ready to strike.

  Purple verbena with white center, A splash of colour on eyes shut tight, Flat flowers on a stem so square, Waltz into the category of flowers quite rare.

Blue baby bunting, Out in the wilderness hunting, Hopping from flower to flower, Gathering all the seed power, Big seeds, small seeds yellow or brown, Round seeds, oval seeds in the central crown, Seasonal travelers by night, Using blinking stars for directional insight.

Cascading waterfall, Like energy into the soul, Like knowledge into the brain smart, Like affection into the soft heart.   Outpour relentless, Like messages for the subconscious, Like ideas for innovation, Like apologies leading to correction.   Erodes away, The emptiness of the stray, The anger of the judgmental, The loneliness of the temperamental.   Infuses anew, A hope that something beautiful may ensue, A path to follow into the future, A pleasant dispositional nature.

                                                                                    As thin as paper, Of bright nature, With a core so brown, To take away a frown, Collectively landed in a jug, Many droops into a coffee mug, As if to carrying weight of the world, Holding many secrets untold, A lonely soul’s quiet solace, Offload worries onto a poppy face.  

  A smell to revitalize, An odour to energize, A fragrance to cull gloom, From the corner of the room, Roses of the shy class, Floating on bubbles in cut glass.

R ipples of discolouration, On a clear sky’s reflection, As colourful or dull as the inner perception, True and vivid as one’s contemplation,   Like the pink and green ink, Spread on aqueous surface, does not sink, Dancing to the gentle breeze, All the while, mirroring mind’s decree.

Grumpy buds with a pattern, Why do you look like lantern? A tubular bloom resembling bells with freckles, It’s a long walk for bees to collect trickles, Drooping down to converse with grass below, You collectively nod to day hello! Foxglove is the name, Of native European fame, Colouring the dry lands early summer, Merrily basking in the sun till late September.

Oh! Parrot with its beak so red, How did you colour your wing instead? Did you tip over a paint can? Did the forest fairies blow red fan?   Were you pecking at plums from Nepal? Were you mingling with the oak’s leaves, that fall? Have you been eating chillies over ripe? Or is it you’re not do invisible cape,   What ever the reason may be! For the red streak in your glide, It plants a smile in other bird’s beak, Making soaring in the sky a jovial ride.