Sunday, March 20, 2011


Let the wise to think,
the brilliant to create
for I am not one of them
A mere mortal with a tiny pot of intellect.
A little bit of downpour and it gets filled up
for anything else to come in.
Not that wise to think beyond the unseen,
Not sagacious to create beyond the tangible.
I feel secure in my own little space
sorrounded by my own little seeds of creation.
My world is filled with lot many questions
without any answer
All that we boast of seems nothing to me
Huge building...fast fliers...gigantic robots,
All the drawings we have created on the canvas of nature
some aesthetic,some sensous,
some pleasant and beautiful..a few so so.
but none seem to be happy and smiling,
crippled by the very creation to go beyond the canvas..
Deep indulged in our own creative dexterity..
every brick we used in our house is destroying it..
as hedonism has pervaded the human mind.

Deep veneration for the all-pervasive nature
for still holding the canvas tight and bright..
in hope its child will ever think beyond its paintings.
As the drawings get puzzled and muzzled
the patience giving way to outrage..
as so many examples have clearly demonstrated
how helpless we are as our world gets trampled with a little frown of the nature
realise we should soon the ephemeral existence of
all those painting sans the canvas.
Long live mother nature.


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