Mirror's persuasion

It's my reflection,

yet, feels so different,

be the facial expressions, 

or posture of the body... 

A demeanor, that exude confidence,

never displayed by this nervous self,

and I heard a whisper in my ears,

as it's lips curved, into a subtle smile... 

I was surprised, and taken aback,

rubbed my eyes to double check,

yet, the voice became clearer,

it's piercing gaze demanded attention. 

" Listen, oh scaredy-cat,

wasting away God's blessings,

look, how far you have fallen,

hiding away from confrontations "

It's asked... 

" But, it's my nature to avoid,

the stressful situations of life,

what's wrong in seeking comfort,

where I won't be judged or humiliated."

I answered back... 

" It's your fears that dictates,

look at me, your natural trait,

you would have reached the top,

if you have ever tried" It snapped back... 

And it showed me back,

a personification of an ideal self,

through it's poise and expressions, 

a captivating look, that I envisioned. 

" It's never too late,

come back to my folds,

change your approach,

and I will make you the best."

Its words echoed... 

The words worked like a charm,

pulling me closer, to woven spell,

yet, a voice spoke, from my heart,

reminding the reasons, of made choices.

" You are right, I could be better,

and I will learn, take the inspiration, 

forgive me, I decline your invitation, 

there's a reason, I chose this position" 

The fear vanished, as the reflection knew,

for, it was aware of my thought process....

" You are a fool, not for this world,

I will wait, till you weaken, your convictions. "

An icy treat

It's icy, or creamy cold,

a sweet dessert, universally adored,

no one knows its true origin,

yet, an integral part of our world. 

Prepared in ancient China, 

as a frozen milk confection,

might have inspired the Italians,

to transform it into a magical creation. 

Yet, Persians, too had contribution, 

in making sweet Faloodeh invention,

the Indians, during Mughal period,

developed their own kulfi flavors. 

Yet, mankind might have found,

these secrets, in ancient times,

likes of sorbets, filled with syrups,

poured into cups, of crushed ice. 

And here, in modern times, 

fortunate are us, to taste them all,

from humble chuski on the streets,

to many flavors of Gelato in shops. 

From our childhood, we tried,

Popsicles, in stick or packets,

coming with lovely flavors,

of fruits, milk or chocolates. 

Even now, when I go out,

try my hand in a cup or cones,

or bring home, a bigger pack,

to enjoy with family, an icy treat. 

Cell have memories

It's been known for long...

That we are a multicellular organism,

evolved all the way from tiny cells,

to tissue, organs & organ systems.

Yet, under a command system,

of our brain making decisions,

and it's this awareness of self,

makes us an individual person. 

But, have you ever wondered, 

about an entity, we call soul,

it's the consciousness that governs,

our mind and body operations...

Or there's something more,

refined aspects of the core,

becoming the basis of our life,

by amalgamating into our existence? 

For, cells do play a crucial role,

in proper functioning of our world,

even if actions are predetermined,

they are very much involved.

Researchers too have provided,

a Systemic memory hypothesis, 

predicting recurrent feedback loops,

that store information and energy. 

As evidence give suggestions, 

that organs have mind's reflections,

as seen in some transplant patients,

who encountered personality change...

Developing changes of interests,

from emotions, beliefs or temperament, 

having flashbacks, sensing donor's history, 

with no explanations or any logic. 

So, it could be deduced...

That living cell possess memories,

either due to nerve connections, 

or being aware, of their existence.

If so, then we could also say...

We can interact & communicate,

with every element of our body,

by being thankful, of their contributions.

Childhood sketches

Do we remember those days,

sketching meadows & mountains,

with flowing river stream or lakes,

in early morning or evening sunsets?

Distant birds flew with shadows,

a lone coconut tree or vegetation, 

silhouettes of a small boat floating,

and we watch, from a simple hut. 

These basic of the drawing,

make us joyful from within,

some even dream, be in a zone,

wishing to live a life, of their own.

For, in childhood, we have no concern,

facing struggles, having aspirations, 

it's the beauty of our imagination, 

drive us to our destinations. 

But, the years marched on,

we grew up and learned,

chasing the dazzling lights,

lured by passion or ambitions.

Spending days in tiny chambers,

we forget the days of adventures, 

where our curiosities were aroused,

by being closer, to the nature. 

Gone were days of innocent paintings,

of clouds, mountains, groves or forest,

it's a mad rush for reaching the top,

we are more concerned to earn riches.

No one seek the outskirt or village,

even travel has become selfie chances,

so, would we go beyond commitments,

grasp the essence, of childhood moments... 

That made us sketch in the first place?

Blooming into my memories

It was a pleasant day,

for a walk, in the garden,

built in our community space,

to appreciate the beauty, of the nature. 

As I entered, I was welcomed,

by blossoms of the white lily,

its sweet perfume brought nostalgia, 

and I remembered, childhood years. 

Those were the days of innocence, 

being free, like daisies in the meadows,

but, we grew, chasing our dreams, 

of reaching sunshine, like this Sunflower. 

As I was reminiscing, my teenage years,

feelings of love, brushes of romance,

I went a bit further, beyond earthy scents,

to a lush plantation, of fragrant Jasmines. 

So I proceed, to vibrant flower beds, 

where I watched yellow marigolds,

and I remembered, the struggles faced,

for my aspirations, to achieve success. 

Those were difficult times,

yet, imparting valuable lessons,

and I rise over those challenges,

like pink lotus blooming, in a murky pond. 

And I finally reached the exit,

walking alongside the rose beds, 

the white, yellow, pink and orange,

while captivating were the red... 

Some other day, I whispered,

on my lips, a smile appeared,

as slowly, I walked out...

Leaving behind, my memory lane.

You and I

You and I,

were miles apart,

communicating in voices,

feelings shared in words. 

Yet, the yearning remains,

longings for your presence,

whispering into my ears,

fueling uncertainties... 

In those lonely nights,

your absence hurts,

as I seek comfort,

for silent aches. 

So I whisper, to the winds,

to carry the message of my heart,

conveying my thoughts & wishes,

in those moments, of my forlorness. 

As the moonlight shines,

reflecting tears upon my cheek,

I dreamt of those tender emotions,

being lost in the passage of time. 

So, let us find the ways,

for you to return and stay,

then the love and affection,

closing this distance... between us. 

You and I,

our love would endure,

till the day of our meet,

never to be parted again.

Dhyana...

Dhyana... 

A practice divine,

sitting in the silence,

just focusing our mind. 

An intense concentration, 

disconnected from the surrounding,

diving deeper, and deeper inside. 

Sitting beneath these chambers,

where sound transmits, voice echoes,

yet, the crowd maintained quietness. 

I became alert, to my backgrounds, 

hearing the coughs, whispers & murmurs,

softening slowly, getting distant & further. 

Even my mental noise, tried to distract,

showing me flashes, of newer thoughts,

yet, I channeled them, towards the center. 

Dhyana... 

The novice me, still got absorbed, 

became aware, of this blissful state,

where, I embrace, deep consciousness... 

And I experience, the flowing energy,

inhale, exhale, the air I am breathing, 

generates vibration, that connects... 

My soul to the higher dimensions.

Sparrows

They hop, they flit,

or fly, and they sit,

displaying adorable nature...

Are these fluttery creatures. 

They rummage the seeds,

trying to hold it in beaks,

fighting for the feeding place,

having the best of the supplies 

They toss and twirl,

when their tummy is filled,

as they play with each other,

a way of social interactions. 

Sparrows... 

Once commonplace,

Now, rare and infrequent, 

so, every encounter is joyous, 

like a sight to our sore eyes. 

Habitat destruction, had its role,

buildings, devoid of eaves & crannies,

also the losses of home gardens,

use of pesticides, too were the culprits. 

So, let us support, our avian friends, 

who accompanied us in childhood, 

bringing liveliness, in our routines,

and we enjoy again...their gatherings.

Irene lantana

As I travelled, among the hills,

sometimes walk, or use vehicles,

navigating through traffic, daily rush,

seeking the nature, in the outskirts,

for the beauty, that my heart aspired,

the floating clouds,over the mountains,

spreading of mists, enveloping the forests,

the running streams flowing below, 

or waterfalls from the heights... 

Every scenery was mesmerizing, 

as if I am witnessing nature's glory,

the visitors watched them awestruck,

capturing its beauty on their cameras.

I was amazed, by the beautiful display,

wandering through different locations,

yet, there's something, caught my attention,

the greenery of the surrounding places. 

For, they grew, along the hedges,

among the moss, ferns and bushes,

accompanying the native wild plants, 

blooming, were flowers of multi-colors.

From my memories, where the foliage,

like a tiny bouquet,these shrubs displayed,

their beauty, an array of vibrant shades,

of yellow, pink and fuchsia red. 

Irene lantana... 

As a kid, I used to visit,

when I explored, childhood locality,

forgotten, faded, from memory lanes,

again encountered, a pleasant surprise... 

Like being welcomed, by hill and valleys. 

P.S : Ecologically, they are the fast growing weed now and threatens native species. 

So, we need to be aware for that too. 

Be more open, expose yourself

Be more open, expose yourself,

to the happenings, of the world,

let your inexperience, be the ladder,

to climb the stairs, of accomplishments. 

You are naive, just a fledgling,

unaware, of the inner workings,

there's no shame in questioning, 

for the joy, of satisfying curiosities. 

No one remains ignorant for long,

so, keep learning, to attain wisdom,

don't fear, rather welcome the unknown,

gain insights, to dispel the darkness. 

Recognizing weaknesses, opens avenues,

nothing is absorbed, with rigid attitudes,

be humble, receptive of the knowledge,

being shared from various places. 

So, be more open, expose yourself,

nurture awareness of surroundings, 

and find the courage to pursue,

without procrastinating, making excuse. 

For, the path of the seekers remains,

not in the bravery or the cowardice, 

but appreciating your shortcomings, 

as you navigate, through your life.

I have prayed, my dear...

I have prayed, my dear...

In whispers, for I feared,

of being considered selfish,

in my needs and desires. 

And I knew, was aware,

of the love, we shared,

yet, the distance kept building, 

for the dreams, we aspired. 

I have prayed, my dear...

In the aches, silent tears,

of the pain, in the longings,

yearnings for your company. 

And I tried, to convey feelings,

with words, acts and symbolism,

hoping to change the status quo,

by having an understanding. 

I have prayed, my dear...

For the pain, we would bear,

from the hurt of separations,

forcing us to make decisions. 

And I couldn't say these thoughts,

with confidence, give you assurance, 

letting doubts, creep in our mind,

two loving hearts, met with silence. 

I have prayed, my dear....

Even in these passing years,

only if things were different,

there's no more time, to repent!

Zombie world

It was a dream, yet felt so real,

I had landed in a nondescript town,

but a gala has been organized,

by the mayor, in his bungalow. 

And I went, with my companion, 

on my bike, carrying few bags,

it was the last day of our stay,

so decided to have party as well. 

A crowd had gathered in the hall,

that house was gorgeous & spacious, 

we met a lot of people, made friends, 

as we waited, for the celebration to begin.

The mayor came, accompanied us,

we have our fill, in food or liquor, 

in the midnight, we shared congratulations, 

as the bell rung, mayor made announcements. 

Behold my dear people, I am sharing gifts,

this liquor would make you immortal forever, 

he laughed madly as he opens party poopers,

cloud of dust followed, making people crazy.

They started biting others like animal,

any defense or attacks were useless,

we ran on bike, along with acquaintances, 

to leave this dangerous town behind. 

Little did we knew, it's a government plot,

every town we crossed, had this madness,

finally I reached my city, sighed of relief,

only to encounter more, along with police.

Yet, it was curious, as if being in game,

we had to buy guns, robbing an ATM,

and police asked, to help them kill,

by firing on zombies, with headshots. 

I was taken aback, but gathered courage,

fired bullets, but it was just laser points,

realized too late, bullets were not loaded,

wake up in panic, before bitten to death... 

And becoming a zombie 🧟‍♂️ 

A wonderful stay

It's holiday time...

We have our leaves,

needed to be applied,

for a change of pace.

And we plan, for an outing,

to experience things new,

that brings the freshness,

from our usual routine. 

As a people of plain,

feeling the summer waves,

needing respite from the heat,

choosing a mountain retreat.

The plans & travel took the toll,

yet, the location, had its worth,

pristine beauty for sightseeing, 

accompanied by various activities. 

Everything has its pro and cons,

as we face, the twist and turns,

all the sharp bends and curves, 

the roads giving us some vertigo.

Still, we prevailed, over the urge,

in our excitement, to roam & explore,

getting the most, out of the trip,

gathering enough of the memories...

Tired, exhausted, we finally returned, 

lying on the bed, of our accommodation, 

munching on the snacks or beverages,

or just browsing through our exploits.

And so, we come out of the rooms,

sit in the balcony or common room, 

watching from the windows or terrace,

garden, trees, lakes and the mountains. 

As the cool breeze brushes our skin,

we appreciate, the pleasant weather,

even seeking warmth, of bonfires, 

to avoid the chills, in the evening.

Be it the spread, of morning breakfast,

enjoying the refreshments, in between,

everything brought us joy and happiness,

making us forget, all our worries... 

It was a wonderful stay indeed.

Stubble burning or composting

Since ancient times, we had known,

value of compost from waste products,

be it manure, animal product or stubble...

Used in gardens, farms or orchards, 

as a mulch, a layer over the soil,

to keep them fertile year long. 

With the arrival of chemical fertilizer,

we lost the need for natural methods,

for the enrichment of the fertility...

And we plow, plant the seeds,

not let the land take some rest,

for utilizing the farm, at full capacity. 

And in this process, it becomes a hurdle,

generation of byproducts, like the stubble,

that had to be dealt in-between...

So, they choose to burn them all,

making the path clear for another batch, 

with newer fertilizers, ready to use. 

But, they were ignorant, or desperate, 

for, it leads to losing precious nutrients,

that could be used as mulching of soil...

Instead, burning brought the pollution, 

harming people and the environment, 

leaving behind a blackened scar on earth. 

So, let us find ways to be sustainable, 

make nature renew, through compost, 

when we use leaves or shredded stubble...

And it would reduce our dependency, 

as we nourish and nurture the soil,

of gardens, orchards or farming lands... 

Without adversely affecting environment. 

Things in order

Most of us are simple beings,

preferring to follow the routine,

to have an ease of our mind,

by keeping things in order. 

But life present us situations,

that disrupts our flow of actions,

influencing our mental conditions, 

through external or internal factors. 

Internally, the mistakes committed, 

leaving guilts and some regrets,

help us experience, learn wisdom,

and progress, growing as a person. 

The external factors are a concern,

we don't have the power to control,

likes of incompetency or corruptions,

followed by ones, of higher positions. 

And we have very limited options,

to protest, endure or change directions, 

yet, facing physical or mental agony,

with disappointments, losing motivations. 

So, society need to be more conscious,

policies should be helpful, & accountable,

if true progress, development is desired,

we need to keep...things in order.

Listen to my tale

Listen to my tale...

Oh, weary travelers of far lands,

embarking on this journey of life, 

to find your elusive destination.

And I will tell the secrets,

known busy a selected few,

for, there lies an oasis hidden,

under a magical veil, since ancient days. 

Only the braves would undertake,

this very strenuous excursion, 

not a detour from your routine, 

but an experience of a lifetime...

Protected by the forest guardians,

the path remains untouched for long,

ballads were written by those heard,

their glory, shared by us songsters. 

So, once every full moon,

a path would open in the forest,

showing directions to divine meadow,

where fortunes were in abundance. 

Beware, darkness might prevent,

even evoke your underlying fears,

yet the courageous remain unfazed, 

and find ways to concealed space. 

It's a realm of in-between,

boundaries are obscured of reality,

where wishes were materialized,

you could gather many valuables.

No one knows what one desires,

not much is revealed by the victors, 

but they all achieved the dreams,

being attained their fantasies... 

So, listen to my tale, weary travelers, 

and you might find the answers...

To your elusive destination. 

Judgement day

"The world is going downhill,

pot of sin is filled to brim,

and we could here the sirens,

judgement days will be upon us" 

Judgement Day...

A popular prophecy,

it's been imagined by many,

like cataclysmic flood of the past,

there's a catastrophe waiting for us. 

What if...

It's not the human, that bear the sin,

there's something more evil lurking within,

and it's showing it's sign, even now,

with medical advancements, and A.I. 

It's not like robot army would rise,

or in a matrix, we are confined,

but a more natural, yet unimaginable, 

using of something like CRISPER. 

Our genetics, is the domain of God,

we are still ignorant of it's essence, 

yet, we have started editing, for medicine, 

unaware, it's could open a pandora box. 

For centuries, we used artifical selection,

even genetically modified, plant or animal,

but CRISPER potential, to change humans,

like nuclear energy, used for atomic bomb. 

Add the spices of advancements of A.I,

we were shown dreams, of an ideal life,

a recipe for disaster, waiting to happen,

when A.I changes us, to our perfect form. 

For, uniformity & conformity would come,

our desire for conveniences & perfection,

the strings were pulled by a machine mind, 

making us listen, blindly without questions. 

Years went by, all will have edited child,

a guardian institute, oversee the quality,

society becomes docile and subservient, 

as governments collaborate with A.Is. 

Before long, we would lose our emotions,

become a zombie, without a conscience, 

may be then, the higher power intervenes,

be it from western or eastern prophecies. 

Judgement Day...

What if it's not the sin of man,

but the rise of something inhuman,

awakens the divine, to protect us,

from our advancing civilization. 

Take responsibility of your action

Civilization has grown,

for, we have known,

the secrets of world,

that we unraveled, 

with each and every turn...

Of knowledge, that we learn. 

With plethora of amenities, 

bringing diverse opportunities, 

to be entertained, in our living...

And we have forgotten, 

the basics of our living,

for a sustainable lifestyle. 

Slowly but steadily we changed,

becoming apathetic to activities,

that are important part of our life...

From cleaning of self or surroundings,

keeping things in order, or being neighborly,

by taking responsibility of our actions. 

We developed the pride,

looking down on manual labors,

needed for proper functioning...

Of our home, or the nation,

from littering to damaging property, 

insensitive of other's feelings. 

Yet, it conveyed our ignorance,

which could have a wider impact,

defining the very culture, of our society...

If we are undisciplined, and uncivil,

it might spread, in our community,

changing the very ethos, of our society. 

Taking responsibility of our actions,

is the wisdom, shared by many,

creating an environment of trust...

Where people respect each other, 

coming together as a community,

to make their place, a wonderful space,

To live in!

To plan a journey

It's never easy,

to plan a journey,

needs a lot of courage,

even for making itineraries...

For, opinions clash,

between friends or families, 

changing prices and locations,

depending on their whimsies. 

The cautious ones,

would ponder the excuses,

while the wanderlust,

keeps on extending catalog.

The elderly intervenes,

adding some pilgrimages, 

and young ones, too eager,

to push for some adventures. 

But the sensible adults, 

would seek the budget,

not letting excitements, 

empty their dear pockets...

For, luxuries do appeal, 

while browsing options,

so many of popular places,

added in the secret wishlist. 

So, it's never easy,

to plan a journey,

bringing everyone to the table,

and keeping ourselves...available.

Shadowy corridors

In these shadowy corridors,

lies a world that's hidden,

where secrets were whispered, 

and conspiracies being murmured,

Behind the back, of the living... 

It's a meeting place,

of the cunning beings,

wanting to bring the harm,

by planning the schemes,

waiting for the right opportunity. 

These corridors... 

Once a vibrant scene, 

where laughter were heard,

and love too prospered,

being a haven for young couples,

helping them in romantic rendezvous... 

But now, lost its shine,

abandoned, damaged with time,

as if fallen under some curse,

for the mistakes, happened in the past,

robbing away, it's just future. 

Now they speak, a tale of woes,

still reverberating, in the hallways,

of a cruel fate, faced by innocents,

those past lovers, bravely embraced...

Under the Draconian authorities. 

And the shadowy corridors,

were the witness & silent keepers,

a testament of a forgotten era,

woven in the tapestry of time,

yet concealed, still waiting... 

For someone to discover. 

Shopping culture

There was once a time,

people exchanged commodities, 

within their neighborhoods.

Then population expands,

villages opened haat bazaars,

to buy and sell local products. 

With passing millennia...

Villages turned to towns,

and then, cities and metropolis.

So businesses too expanded,

from retail shops to supermarkets, 

providing routine necessities. 

With the arrival of modern era,

shopping mall culture ,

grabbing people's attention. 

Fortress of glass giants,

were indeed shopper's haven,

showing dreams, catering to needs. 

Gone were the bustling streets,

merchants and hawkers cacophony, 

interactions under the warm sunlight. 

For, communities were broken,

small businesses, facing the strain,

becoming victim, of the progress. 

Many rued, but no one listened,

money was too powerful a motivator, 

forcing the weak, to close their shops.

Making the powerful, more rich,

yet, fate comes with curious twist,

as internet brought the websites. 

A digital market, new shopping norm,

everything became available, in our palm,

with swift deliveries, across the land.

Foot traffic dwindled, their empire wanes,

Vacant storefronts, like a hollow shell,

facing losses, most shutters too fell. 

We have come a long way,

from crowded streets, to digital streams,

In the ways of our shopping culture.

Still, I wonder, our choices,

as the screens could never replace,

the warmth, and the charm of markets... 

For the sake of our conveniences.

Childhood days

One of the golden years,

were years of our childhood,

high spirits, full of energy,

days with exciting and lively.

With no concerns or worries,

we seek adventures & thrills,

no obligations that restrained,

our conquests and the glory. 

Many of such incidences, 

would appear, in my thoughts,

putting me in a jovial mood,

bringing a smile, on my lips.

It was a memory of exploits,

but, for us, it was expeditions,

finding best of the places,

for our hideout & escapades. 

Beyond our dwellings, 

we rush to sugarcane farms,

surrounded by fruit orchards,

just besides a running stream.

It was our place of play,

steal some fruits and canes,

trying to catch or discover fishes, 

accompanying snacks, or picnic lunch. 

Those were the days,

that I could fall back to,

during the darkest of times,

when mind needs inspirations...

It's a beautiful life,

if we only look around,

for, once we found this treasure,

will be cherished, deep within... 

And we could see the lights,

at the end, of the tunnel.

Lost yearning

How many years lost,

I don't even remember,

the dreams that are broken,

doesn't even make the noise. 

Feelings...

Unspoken, and unheard,

muted echoes, silenced thoughts,

yearning for your presence,

in the boulevard, of my heart. 

From stories to the shows,

I have seen many chronicles, 

kindling ideas, making impressions 

were these tales, mere fictions?

And I bought, building sandcastles,

being washed way, by sea of time. 

Then you came, like a breeze,

spreading fragrance, of blooming spring,

bringing colors to a gray world,

showing dreams, of wondrous future,

lowering guards, I too believed,

smitten by your charms & beauty,

giving directions, to surging emotions. 

Yet, it's a lie, unforeseen, 

there was never any sincerity, 

blinded by love, immersed in affection,

I never doubted, had suspicions

making promises, fruitless plans,

while you drifted, to your world,

abandoning my sentiments, high & dry,

only a lingering ache, ever-increasing... 

And seasons, keep on changing.

It's been a rough day

It's been a rough day, my dear...

Being tired of all the games,

would you call me near,

and take my worries away! 

Do I need a pretense,

by gathering some sympathy, 

or convey these intense feelings,

my craving for your company? 

For, you are my healing grace,

bringing me joy and pleasure,

there's nothing that can replace, 

your loving heart, that I treasure. 

And I know, you would care,

supporting me, in a sad moment,

holding my hands, offering your ears,

cheering, with words of encouragement. 

Your soothing voice, would then calm,

these surges of my turbulent emotions,

as I get distracted, by your charms,

diving deeper into the ocean...of your love. 

So, it's been a rough day, my dear...

Embrace me tight, take away my fear!

Street foods

Our streets are covered,

with sweet and oily foods,

rich aromas that appeal,

our brain, through nostrils. 

Fried Samosas, to sweet Jalebis,

steamed momo, chaaps & pakoras,

with many rolls, tikka and kebabs,

available in veg and non-veg options. 

A symphony of dishes, that unleash,

a burst of flavors, into our taste buds, 

and we rush, with growling stomach, 

to satiate our hunger, fulfilling cravings. 

Even in simple outing, we seek snacking,

from jhalmuri, chaats and panipuris, 

fruit juices and lassi joints, would quench thirst,

while fast food stalls, provides for our belly. 

Yet, we forget, in those daily quests,

our health concerns, the consequences, 

from mild indigestion, to serious illnesses,

likes of diabetes, hypertension & heart diseases. 

For, those were the vibrant streets,

a place for pleasure and fun treats, 

with hidden costs, that we may incur,

paid with our health and finances. 

So, let's be mindful of what we eat,

tread carefully, and balance our feast,

health is a treasure, needed to be protected,

and not lose it, for fleeting indulgence. 

Noise pollution

In the era of modernity,

we have brought many ills,

some are visible to our eyes,

a lot more hidden, at plain sight. 

Noise pollution...

An unwanted sound,

not only for humankind, 

but for plants and wildlife. 

It could be traffic or machinery, 

going beyond our hearing capacity,

even the maximum limits of 85 decibels,

were ignored, while performing activities. 

And we face consequences,

like tinnitus or hearing loss,

increasing stress, sleep disturbances, 

forcing us to seek professional help. 

I can't fathom, the extent of its impact,

faces the ecosystem, of flora and fauna,

for, we still can't fully comprehend,

potential effects of artificial noises. 

Still, studies have been showing,

loud noises changes the bio rhythm,

increasing heartbeats, reducing birthrate,

interfering with animal's ability to survive. 

Even the oceans, not left untouched,

by ships, oil drills and sonar devices,

marine tranquility, replaced by chaotic noises,

affecting adversely with their echolocation. 

As the noise become more predominant,

it affects, growth and propagation of plants,

disrupting seed dissemination & germination,

by frightening away their pollinators. 

So, let us be more conscious, of our acts,

raise awareness, help create silent zones,

part away with honking & noisy appliances, 

gravitate towards a life, that values silence. 

And increase the scrubs and trees...

Acting as a barrier, reducing noise pollution. 

Sustainable travel

Our heart sings, when feet march,

newer locations, to visit and watch,

the cityscapes and natural landscapes, 

appreciate cultures, learning traditions...

For a change of pace, or dreams fulfilled,

places by places, clearing bucket lists, 

even find time, for divine connections,

through pilgrimages, with friends & families. 

Travel...

To the faraway lands,

a desire many fosters, 

to experience this world, 

in our limited lifespan...

Satisfying our curiosities, 

exploring services they offer,

for luxuries, or the leisure,

depending on our expenditures. 

And we feel excited, and nervous,

ignorant of local rules and customs,

too absorbed, to our personal needs,

to give a thought, to their concerns.

We bring chaos, to their region,

which the authorities, didn't comprehend, 

crowd, pollution, environmental damage,

problems to arrive, to their doors. 

Once welcomed, travelers were feared,

brewing discomfort, conflict with visitors,

when essential resources were scarce,

be it food, water, road or landholders. 

For, every property, a borrowed home,

that we should cherish, when we roam,

being mindful, not take things for granted,

keep things pleasant, for people involved. 

The world, is a wonder to behold, 

nurture respect & care, for the globe,

let's not create landfill, where beauty lies,

only great memories, of our travel... 

By conscious steps, we could sustain,

without becoming a burden to everyone.

Its not a big deal (Villanelle poetry)

And we realize, it's not a big deal,

once we step out, of our small world,

experience ourselves, different perspectives. 

Learn from others, as we face life,

encounter hurdles, overcome challenges, 

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

We might find kindred spirits, along the way,

or lose many acquaintances, time's cruel ploy,

forcing us to accept, conflicting perspectives. 

But, never waver, stray from our path,

in this journey, to reach our destination, 

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

So we explore, flood senses with stimuli,

might get overwhelmed, by our feelings,

still obtain wisdom, changing our perspectives. 

We will finally reach, a higher stage,

changing our opinions, even radical shifts,

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

As we look beyond self, with wider perspectives :)

Sweet sweet sugary world

Sweet sweet sugary world,

luring people, young or old,

showing us pleasant dreams,

gratifying our taste buds. 

From toffees to chocolates,

flavored drinks and ice creams,

traditional sweets to pastries, 

everything is so tempting. 

As a surprise, in our childhood, 

or an outing, with an adult friend,

being part of the meal as dessert,

and a reward, for our hard work. 

Ah, so much of love is spread,

though these delectable dishes,

stirring happy feelings inside,

when we relish, divine creations. 

Many are addicted, to every bite,

regardless of consequences, at sight,

tooth decay, and upset stomach,

getting complications, from diabetes. 

Sweet Sweet sugary world,

losing touch of natural options,

ignoring every warning foretold,

we keep diving deeper...into its fold. 

For, it's our guilty pleasure.

Afforestation, the saving grace

Deforestation, an evil shadow,

cast upon the spirit of development, 

miles of barren lands, that we encounter,

with the creation, of concrete jungles.

Yet, let's keep our hopes alive,

things changing, as individuals strive,

their efforts, might be drops in an ocean,

propelling our world, in a better direction. 

A sustainable world...

Not a distant dream,

for, people have gathered,

and organizations chip in.

World governments too,

starting to recognize,

taking initiatives and actions,

for a better environment. 

Afforestation...The saving grace,

helped humanity to compensate,

heal earth from the devastation,

mankind actions have contributed. 

So, arrived many warriors, 

sometime fighting a lone battle,

inspiring and assembling volunteers, 

to create an ecosystem of saviors. 

Let us take some moments,

and celebrate their achievements, 

as they restore the green covers,

infusing energy into mother nature.

Planting seeds for tomorrow

Stranded I was,

have I moved?

Commencing newer journey,

when I pursued...

Taking initiatives,

having promises renewed.

And I...

Sowed seeds of wishes,

to be granted in the future, 

when I become committed, 

with efforts, being transducer...

And, like a fertile soil,

this year would embrace,

my dreams & aspirations, 

letting me water with intentions, 

filtering worries and concerns.

Each day, I would monitor,

not become lazy or complacent, 

let light of passion & dedication, 

providing energy and the nutrients...

Still, be vigilant, of harsh weathers, 

bringing setbacks, and the failures,

shielding it from drought & floods,

of changing times or my emotions!

And I pray...

Let the roots, spread far and wide,

and shoot be sturdy, reach the heights, 

extending branches, to receive the lights,

so, it can stand, with pride!