After a long time I could see the beauty around me that has probably always been there but I refused to notice and feel it. I realized why the Moon despite being spotted has been the subject of so many poems in english literature. Being the natural source of light at night, it is actually worth admiring! As there was a cool breeze blowing in my area last night, I saw the Trees dancing and the Flowers turning brighter while they bloomed with all their vigor. I am attaching a few pictures here that I clicked yesterday, standing by the gate of my house.
Also, I would request not to judge my photography skills for I am not really good at clicks and so suggestions are welcomed!😅
While the yellow moon played hide and seek with the trees, the flowers couldn’t help blooming and the night couldn’t get more scenic than this!
There is no night for this dual colour bougainvillea as it sways timelessly!
This was the closest I could get to the moon!
This is the little garden in my house where grass is still finding its way to grow.
*P.S :- The white light that is brightly visible in the photographs is the street light.
I wish to expand like the infinite sky
Whose power is beyond any limit or measure.
I wish to stand like the unshakable mountain
Whose determination can never be shattered.
I wish to be like the never still wave
That always rise after the fall.
I wish to be like the fruit laden tree
That always bends down in deep modesty.
I wish to shine like a star in the sky
That provides light at the stygian times.
I wish to be like the fresh green leaf
That helps others survive by providing food to all.
I wish to fly like the chirpy bird
Winging to measure the extent of boundless heavens without fears and worries.
I wish to spread like the huge ocean
That gives peace to the eye and soothing abode to many.
I wish to rise like the sun
That lingers hope after the vehement torrent.
I wish to blossom like the blithesome flower
That blooms despite knowing its withering fate.
There is so much to learn from the healing nature
That is so genuine and does not wear a drape of pretence!
The pitter-patter that comes the rain,
Unconsciously soothes my brain.
Very soon it makes me wet,
Yet I enjoy the chills without a fret!
The tranquil susurration that play in my ears,
Rids me temporarily of my parochial fears!
As the rain drops seep down my heart,
All my skepticism slowly departs.
Franaticaly it unburdens all my worries,
Kicking off life’s all unwanted flurries.
Surreally it releases my nervosity,
Making me forget my anxiety!
As the purifying rain touches my soul,
All the disillusionment vanish regarding my goal!
Never does it forget to leave its legacy
That is ephemeral and more like a fantasy;
Including the enchanting smell of the water-soaked mud
And the vibrant charming rainbow
Which never fails to make our spirit glow!