Insight

From living in rented house, To decorating your own home, Form airing your grouse, To all the cites you roam, From trying out different dishes, To making some one wishes, Tasks that are simple all alone, But together the monotone is gone. From silent screams, To realizing your dreams, From painful precipitation, To graceful appreciation, From feeding the downtroden will, To bow to humble and patient skill, A journey stared as two sides of the waterway, Now create ripples together in a placid bay. Each being has a set of likes and dislikes, Together time blunted the harsh spikes, Each soul has a unique goal, Years later there are stories to be told, Each had friends that sat around in circle, Now chatter among other that fit dual cubicle, I became we, in way all could see,  In each other's company time and mind runs free.

 Towering over the intermittent green, Aiming for the first to be seen,  A direct chat with the universal force, Taking in petal-fu l l' s of light source, For a fulfi l ling day, On the last Saturday of sun filled May.

A road that never ends,  Like vibes that next bends,  Lines lush trees,  Where colourful idea originates for free, Fertile lands that yield bounty, Seeping care and happiness in plenty, All along the highs and lows,  For mind, body and soul.

  A rose with colours of sulphur, With tips of fury amber,  Some climb up the wall,  Yet other dwarfs, not too tall,  Be a hybrid tea's created in France, Or a grandiflora in Kansas ranch, A few sprinkles of the sun in Paraguay,  Then again there are yellow English roses growing the west Asian way, Pleasing Teasing Georgia's talk to the sun to thrive,  Grumpy Graham Thomas roses need fertile soil to survive, All in all these, Hemispherica's spread cheery vibes,  The best gift for happy disposition types.

A path so alone,  Worthy of friends forgone,  A lush canopy,  Almost like entropy,  A silence that welcome, To mind wanting a new tune to hum,  A step towards the green beckoning, A hope of a new happening,  A long walk winding, For conscious that's fighting,  Almost forcing a compromise,  But continue and dream will realise. 

  A still dark lake, An inner agony too much to take, Surrounded by black mountains, The mind eroding a dark boulder,  Pines that are stand in a line, Hope and help surround to ensure, all fine, Rocks held together by runners and weeds, Like good deeds,  All seeing blue eyes, Eyes judging your every action, White holes on midnight sheet left to dry, As a rare as opportunities warranting a reaction,  Even a quiet scene, Relates to thoughts unseen.

 A rose with colours in every shade, Like life's emotional cascade!, Red for anxiety about the future, Amber for energy of positive nature,  Green for jealousy for others good fortune, Black as mystery of dark side of the moon,  Blue for trusty the inner confidence,  Yellow for fond remembrance,  Purple for steadfast ambition., Violet for creative imagination, Orange for determination in abundance, Burgundy for the power over others to influence, Beyond this worthiness are engraved,  That's how life's threads are braid.

 See your worries fly,  Far into the unknown sky,  Imagine your self in paradise,  Away from the worldly vice,  Realize the power of mind's drive,  And you shall achieve.

Sunday is for solitude,  To mellow down one's attitude,  To Bow down with gratitude,  To steel mind with fortitude.  Through the golden portal,  Starts another week for the mortal, Each one walking along with eyes in clouds,  And feet on the vast seas.

  A garden with a personality,  Like a lady seated silently,  Straw hat on a white chair,  Pink ribbon for added fanfare,  Green top with sparkling petals,  A violet sash around petite middle, A long printed skirt,  Pink and bright with a graceful girth,  Covering  the grass green toes, Draping over the natural grows,  Arms covered salmon coloured pleats, On the odd little mutt waiting for a treat, Reading a classic book,  In a garden's quite nook.

Resident of seven hills,  Lord of mindful wills,  Keeper of humanity,  Protector of sanity,  Punisher of all evil, Pulverize of any devil, Giver of living beings' health,  Preserver of all kinds of wealth, Soother of the angry,  Feeder for the hungry,  Venkateshwara in me,  Lakshmi mother beside thee.

Mornings are good with a smile,  With a hint of a curve,  Can walk a mile, For kinesis of your nerve,  Sitting among the green, Oh!  Taking in air clean, Give up the look so glum, Maybe there is a tune to hum,  Give it a try, Only then do you begin, To beat the mundane, And know how far you can fly.

Tête-à-tête of two friends, Meet to make amends, Sitting on a footbridge,  Exchanging words unabridged,  Where stream turns, The tall crops twirls,  Where only coconut can listen in, And secrets get scattered in the wind.

 Last one standing,  Barely alive and waiting,  For sun to peep through tree trunk,  To thaw the snow where roots are sunk, Soon florescent sprinklers appear on white,  Spring winning the seasonal fight.

 Nestled in the arches,  Around the mountain's narrow passes,  A ranch built with care,  A inn with a view to stare,  Vast stretched of meadow, Green, yellow making one mellow,  A view that creates many imaginary cases, Enough to fill writer’s numerous pages.

बुराई के भक्षक,  राम के सप्प्रिय,  मन मे सब को लिए,  मानव की सुरक्षा करने,  रुक गए धरती पर रहने। हनुमान जी का नाम लेकर,  डर को बाहर भगाकर,  चंतन पर ध्यान कीजिये,  शांति का अनुभव कीजिये।

  Marigold so bold, A butterfly's pot of gold, Vision of perfection, In God's own creation.   Pure delight, A magnificent sight, Each petal in order, Everyone with a deep border.   At par with the rising sun, Competing for morning glow, Creeping in slow, For cheerful day to begin.   See purity of work in action, An event full of repetition, Teaches an altruistic lesson, Done without any expectation.

When lava meets ocean spaces, Life emerges from the ashes, Steam rises to hinder vision, Clouds bond with inhibition, Giving time for new creations, For blooms to have lofty ambitions, From the cliff's precipice, A tree that flowers pink blushes, Reaching for the infinite, Roots safe planted on the finite.

 Giver of wealth,  Give me enough to hold my head with strength, Provider of protection, Canopy over me to ward off starvation, Distributer of good fortune, Such that I help myself night or noon, Provisioner of all beauty, Balance by outward knowledge with inner pretty, Caterer of all powerful abilities, Sheath my self esteem with capabilities, Oh! Goddess Lakshmi, Help transform by dreams into reality.

Shade from the scorching sun, That distributes heat for fun, Helter-skelter run many a contour, Shelter in different proportion.   The tall palm, Gives stripes of cool and calm, Fanned leaves that dance, To the winds rhythmic prance.   The leaves that collectively weep, Gather near the trunk for a welcome sleep, The bulk of the green droop, Making the shadow dark and deep.   The wide canopy of the evergreen, Even heat find it tough to be seen, Under such a dense umbrella of broad verdure, The tint of the sun's gaze is somber.   A solitary man-made cross-hatch, Fills the concrete patch, Competing to provide adequate tint, Succeeding in blocking out the glint.   Together man and nature, Survive and nurture each other, A shadow screen to the weary to rest, A casted cover that push achievers to test.

Puckered face,  In two hues, Unsteady opening phase,  Afraid of blurting out the news, Unsure of its use, Of valour or unknown cues,  Of being placed with dignity,  Or casted away with discourtesy, Of adoring a deity,  Or left on street with pity, Of walking a fashion parade,  Or pinched in a 'will or wouldn't' charade, King of flowers emerge with warm gait, Only to be left to an uncertain fate.

A profusion of rippling blue, From pale to midnight hue, Ending at summit elevation. Sun glaring down on all to submission.   A tenacious existence, To counter all interference, A thriving tree among disturbance, A symbol of persistence.   A vision like sun’s penetrating gaze, A resolve like peak unfazed, Ideas travel on waves endless, Until one gathers roots regardless.   A plan sheltered by cumulus clouds, A proposition that birds hear as a shout, Intentions held upright by creek’s pebbles. A scheme in mind fighting all rubbles.

Good morning says the water lily, To anyone empowered today,  To all who begin afresh everyday, To people taking challenges willingly.  To the person who believes,  That, goodness is here to stay, That, happiness is perceived, Reminds the leaves that look like tray.

 Young petals of many colour,  Miniature versions of tempered grandeur,  Blossoms of careful cultivation, Of care and patience, Come together in their lifetime, Radiating beauty off all it chimes.

Morning presents a bouquet of opportunities, A display of pleasantries, A blend of colours,  In as many layers, Smaller flowers of slit chance, Sustaining life's romance, Hidden by grandeur of larger schemes,  Under the petals of cultivated dreams.

Three brothers at the ‘Hibiscus’, Three worlds mingle, To flap away stress, To laugh, that makes wings tingle.   Oldest came from a high nest, A cranny up in the city’s best, Old world adapted to eating diverse, On dust baths these sparrows converge.   Youngest flew in from the grasses tall. Vast open spaces with air so wild, Adapted to living like finches small, New world sparrow’s nature is mild. Seated between the brothers two, House sparrow swooped in from lands new, In the basin connecting two land mass, Flying where there are plains vast.

  Awake with the sun’s first ray, The flock is ready for the day, Flying into the new unknown, In search of images well known, A shoal of Shetlands, Taking off from the wetlands, Joined by a group of whistling ducks, During the days of summer winter cusp.

  Tree hanging out of the cliff, Branches searching the deep abyss, Tall palm peering the blue sky, Fanning the clouds till they cry, Runners flowing across the river, In and out of the rapid water, Then there are the wide old giganteum, Who cannot help, but look so glum! Shrubs competing with the veins to cover all land, Dinner plates over the water forming a band, Over the jungle, far and high, A covey of cranes fly by, Pecking on wet insects on the rocks, Content little egrets move as a flock, A cave on the riverside adds to the intrigue, The part of the jungle enveloped in mist and mystery.

  Subtle display of affection, Of artistic creation, A rosy expression, To bring about, cheery disposition, Thoughtful appreciation, On this day in life’s presentation.

 A breath of fresh air, A beginning with fanfare, Mindful eye rejuvenation, Surrounding the cold frozen exhibition,

  Aquamarine is the cove’s water, Creating sand from brown boulder, Emerald is the coconut leaves, Passing blue sky through sieves, Army green foliage deep inside, Nurturing those who don’t peep outside, Here and there streaks of auburn, Hiding the hut with canopy tiles amber, Where living is serenity, Time stretches to infinity.

  Help others when your walk is solitary, Assist another to counter the feeling of empty, Comfort the eyes that don’t match words said, Guide people surrounded by dread, Be the hand of the unseen saviour, Habitual angelic behaviour.

Edible petals of varied size, Specially harvested for a handsome prize, Dip it in sugar and call it gulkand, Add it to food for aromatic bend, Call them damask, call them Turkish roses, These hybrids group together for pretty poses.

A lone boat in a sea of opportunity, Earlier than most humanity, Only sun and birds for company, Being part of nature’s quiet symphony, Morning warm light gives clarity, Man, and bird’s toil at sea, with parity, Quiet waves reflecting the calm turbulence, A purpose for daily perseverance.

A flower’s nature is to please, Puts irrational confusion, at ease, A break in monocolour monopoly, Petals with colourful streaks heavenly, A virus infestation, For lilies and tulips, a variation, An extra petal emerges, Graceful tall leaves, distorts, Bulbs in earth weakens, Stunted growth deepens, Beauty’s ultimate sacrifice, The multicoloured unique flower, dies, Like a man with a helpful hand, Weathers all forces for community, Charters a new course that is easy for society, Ultimately returning to soil and sand.

 A genus of a shrub, Belong to the olive's family club, Have roots on all lands rich and warm, A fragrance that relieves stress like a balm, With numerous variations, From odd petals to layered formations, To the artistic, they are inspiration, For the devoted its path to spiritual ascension, Means gift from God in Persian culture, Well known for its modest nature.

Returning from a green travel, Doe and fawn looked around, Stunned as new tree and shrubs unravel, Astonished at their house turning round, Wondering at a new palm in the outback, Taking everything in the sunflowers stare back, Tree blooms big yellow and green from corner snug, Earth is covered in a fresh grass rug, Happily, fawn goes about grazing, But mother's ears are vigil and standing, All this is noted and stored, By a few breezing canna red, Smiling at the land restored,  Peeping out from its sleeping bed.