Poems on "Nature"

Night Sky

a poem by

Natural Beauty

Look, look at her face,
How pretty She looks in this dress.

Sparkling, her cheeks, but obscure feet.
Smile at everyone with a bright greet.

Unlike Day, has no fragrance, no tweet.
Although She seems to all too sweet.

Light might be the source of one’s appear.
But we all may die if She disappear.

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The Whistling Waves

a poem by

Siddhi Malpani

What do you think when you see the beach?
‘Endless happiness that we all are bound to reach’
‘Never give up attitude’, said the other.
‘Peace and compose’ murmured someone standing farther.

‘Forgetting the past and starting fresh,
Begin once again to race,
Live every moment like the waves’, whispered the girl.
‘The battle of heart and your mind
Choosing of sides ending at the same point’

Each one of us have our own interpretation,
Guess we all are lost in haze of personal confusions.
May be that’s we all prefer the beach.
Isn’t it strange how some us hate a constant sound,
Yet we love the gushing of waves all around.
That sight when you see orange merging with blue,
Try remembering your doubt; honestly it vanishes without a clue.

The taste of salty water makes us go nuts,
Still we find joy without giving a reason ‘but’.
Little stones and pebbles gives feet small scratch,
But the happiness in collecting sea shells is much above then those small rash.
Weird how we hate mud making dirty all around,
Yet the sands in our pockets reminds us the soft sea ground.

Our slate is filled with words,
Yet when we write on sand it disappears
Irony, isn’t it? We all here to leave imprints,
But those tides wash it away in few sprints.
It’s a message maybe things won’t last,
But hey its true, what’s the point of still living in the past?

Little kids build their huge dream house,
While young adults secretly wish for romantic dates with spouse.
The grandparents sit beside and share their experience.
Just one place and each age has different expectation.
But there is one thing common which we all want to find,
Away from reality, A place just be called ‘mine’.
Even though its filled with tourist and constant buzzing sound,
You will still manage to find calmness in the whistling waves surround.

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Nature

a poem by

Kanishka J

God has gifted us this beautiful nature,
But we humans are very mean creatures.
Trees are the green lungs of the earth,
But we humans are cutting them since birth.
Rivers are our country’s lifeline,
But due to our foolish activities they are in decline.
Glaciers are melting and global warming is increasing,
But we humans are least bothering.
Now it is time to take serious actions,
So we can save our Earth from dangerous reactions.
Now it is time to plant more trees,
So our future generations can freely breathe.
So let’s make this planet green again,
So we can dance again in rain.

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RAINFALL, a pleasant view

a poem by

Deepshikha Keot

The shower that strikes the earth
With full of enthusiasm,
Enlightens the fellow countrymen
To nurture their dreams.

Wow! mesmerizing rainfall,
a loud voice from far;
Oh God! so horrible,
would shout, one at near.

The tiny drops boost up all
The little brains set for work,
Poets compose short poems
Singers perform on those for all.

“Raining cats and dogs”,(oops),
the phrase is apt. for spring;
the small little shower of winter
so wonderful to peep.

Enjoying rain might be a hobby
But some are very irked by it,
Countrymen are much more cheered up
Than those of the metropolis.

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Rain drops

a poem by

Sivaprasad .

Up from the gloomy sky
Down to the waiting earth

Some times it is like tear drops
Of loving mother
Falling on the head of infant

Sometimes it is tear drops
Of the lover
To the cheek of beloved
Filled with rhythm of heartbeats

Sometimes it is cool
sometimes it is too hot

Many times it was like
crying little boy
Who lost his kite in wind

Many times it was a tune
From the lip of clouds
meditating green earth

Rain drops
Come to awake the seeds
Come to awake the spring back
Come to pat the Sparrow
Come to the lines of a poem
To make the garden of thoughts

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Things you could do if you were Fire

a poem by

Parag Mallik

You could heat the metal case placed above you
by coarse hands with hopes to prepare food
little morsels that they call a meal using your arms,
to fulfill childish hunger on a chilly night.
You could be wrathfully burning the innocent pages of a diary
that potentially held a universe of emotions,
powering the flames of anger and helplessness,
similar to those in the heart.

You could be the quivering flames of a diya
lit with immense devotion and downright credence in an invisible entity,
accompanied by murmurs, asking begging for blessings.
You could be the spectator of fervent,
blooming love at a campfire
while hands swivel around leaning bodies in search of warmth,
singing classics in unsteady voices.

You could be the blazing end of a cigarette
held to lips full of unknown despair,
clenched between someone’s fingers in poise,
while you slowly fall as redundant ash
and so does their smoky breath.

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Waves

a poem by

Sakshi

Waves are too long
Perhaps sometimes short.
They slide onto seashore,
With an aspiring hope, to
Bring about a smile on million faces.
They try harder to come up,
Thus giving Nature its beauty.
They are never bored of gliding into sea,
Never aggravating, Never dismayed.
Their Nature seems to be calm and peaceful.
Humans feel joyous to glance them.
But fail to be like them.

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The soul discovers its eternity

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

In continuous thoughts
The mind becomes an opaque screen
Imprisoned in the world of shapes, of forms
Else it’s engaged in the consciousness of
The unmanifested, the beyond
But
In walking with nature
My mind honours that rapturous realm
Absorbed to the brim
Leaving no space for its mental habit
Of labeling

A tranquil wave of freedom sweeps over me
Stillness echoes laughter of the winds
Silence screams ecstasy
To the grace of the mighty mountains

In a glorious burst of white
The sun-kissing peaks reflect expressive colours
The mind’s eye moves across
The compelling canvas
To suit its parameters of art and beauty

The walk with nature continues

In the immeasurable, infinite umbrella of blue
The upward gaze connects
With diverse philosophical strands

The silent core of the being
Discovers romance
In penning these lines and
Bows its head to the elements
Earth, water, air, fire and space
Symbols of birth, re-birth, life, death
Nostalgia and joy

The soul in its metaphorical journey of love
Discovers its own eternity.

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Shiva’s silence

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Shiva’s silence?
Noon image
Futility of a clinging sun
On the breast of a shamed, helpless sky
The exquisite architecture
Of the Kedarnath Shrine
Tracing centuries of mythology
Warms to yellow
Yet we hear no echo that recalls rhythms of life

Shiva, the bestower of longevity
Trapped the descending Ganges in his hair
Absorbing her fall
Yet today, he thrust the Mandakini down from the
High trapeze of ruthless glaciers
Washing villages off the map
Dragging scarlet remains
Of annihilated beings
That belong to the river now.

Shiva played the conventional destroyer
Oblivious to the difference between
Beautiful and ugly
Between man and ghost
Between life and death
He watched the tandav of nature
As the debris at the temple threshold
Gathered heaps of bones, bodies and
Vestiges of life
Are these merely cultural delusions
For Shiva the supreme hermit?

A vertiginous night descends
Sad lights on the mountain scape
Rise out of blackened waters
The cadence of darkness is mine alone today
I sit to write the countless forgotten names
In my remembrance diary
Uncertain thoughts ask of the
Lone survivor – the shiv-linga*
Why is life so short
Why is death so long?

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Save the Tiger

a poem by

Ananya Mohit

Save the glory, save the pride,
Save India’s Tigers, save the indigenous wild.
Save the unearthly beauty, save the exquisite roar,
Save the Royals by the Sunderbans’ shore.
Save those vibrant deep eyes which have seen it all,
From the Zebra, the Giraffe to the Monkey who had the greatest fall.
Save the paws which have pounced so hard,
On the Cheetah, the Bear, all smashed like cards.
Save the stripped skin that glittered in the Sun,
Save it from being perforated by the deadly gun.
Save Your Majesty as he pleads for forgiveness,
For crimes that were not his business.
Save the emperor of the Jungle,
The law of nature – let us not bungle.
From ‘endangered’ to ‘extinct’ – it won’t take much time,
All that would be left then would be a few activists’ cries and whines.
Save the mankind from this great fall!
Ponder, whether your entertainment is worth it all?

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A Deer in the Mist

a poem by

Sunil Rajagopal

Still as the morning
He stood in the gloom
Slivers of mist drooped
Over his haunch
A glint of dew in
His spreading crown
Warm puffs of breath
From his cold, wet nose
Crack went a twig
Beneath my feet
I looked up and
The stag was gone.

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Call of the Mountains

a poem by

Utkarsh Trivedi

Thou majestic mountains who stand up so high
Who romance the clouds up in the sky
The setting of pine trees adds to your beauty
The spread of snow makes one fall for you madly

Your charm forces one never to go back
Your beauty lures one always to your track
The aura around you soothes the restless minds
It makes even a ruthless soul noble and kind

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Winter

a poem by

Pravin

The Past sets as the winter withers.
Slowly and painfully the leaves succumb
To the deceit of peace the rain portrays.
The dome is but a gloom, the sun escapes
The dreary heartland of mourning foliage.
Herein lies the deeds of men forgotten
Like Time which hast passed its prime.

The Present strides like grace become.
Audacious and simple the squirrels frolic
To the betrayal of light tantalizingly encompassed.
The winter isn’t dead; the lost hills beckon
The pacified sphere to which they belong.
Herein lies the mortification of men tested
Like Time living its futility.

The Future stalks like infinitely surreptitious.
Fear it faces lest mortals dutifully rebuke
The promise of glory it may never foretell.
The pastures anew for winter’s belching
Of it’s last curse of creepy rain.
Herein lies the hopes of generations
Will Time withstand winter’s strain?

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Curse in disguise

a poem by

Vijaynath

The fierce fury of rain and unleashed
anger of the wind erased everything
around me like a black canvas sans the picture

The structure which was my home
is nowhere to be seen and a pile of
bricks and broken branches made
it looks like an isolated tomb

The garden, when it was there, resembles
a pond of mud with multi colored dead fish
after mutilation by a pack of predators
who had a field day of genocide

The trees who cared with their shades
and fed me with their sumptuous offerings
stands naked like monuments of a war
reluctant and ashamed to look down

It all began with a soothing breeze
along with a cooling drizzle
which felt heavenly in the summer rage
but turned out to be a Curse in Disguise

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When the Sea calls

a poem by

Sunil Rajagopal

My glass is clouded;
In this driving rain, a whiff-
of the salty sea!

Listen to the rain-
Like many running ripples,
Like gulls on the wing!

Sailor I am not,
Nor fisher or diver deep;
Yet I hear her call!

It rolls and it tugs,
This rising swell within me;
Deep, soft- all at once!

Its shores are not mine,
Nor to its waves I belong;
Yet for them I yearn!

When the sea beckons
from afar, I close my eyes-
It roars within me!

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