Tag: nature
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The rocks and the trees have become one
on this mountainthe trees,like tourists,come and gobut the rocks never diethey’ve been lying here watching the once mighty waterfallage and shrink even the tallest of trees come and gonone lives foreverthe rocksthey have always been here from the beginningbut the presence of the invading treeshave left marks on the mighty rockslike signatures of passing timeset in…
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Get a mirror
It’s easy to sometimes think you’re superhuman.But a mirror will reveal your protruding stomach,hunched posture, and bushy beard that makes you look more like an ape turning into man than the superman you think you are. A mirror will show you yellowing canines, an awkward style of pursing your lips, skin defects that need attention,…
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Thick clouds are gathering
Thick clouds are gatheringAmidst occasional rumblingsAnd chilly winds mixed with the departing warmthJubilant crows circle in the sky In a corner of the sky, sun rays leakThrough a crack in the clouds Sweat from perspiring clouds in motionDrip on my face, I hurry to a shelter I watch the crows now sitting silently on nearby…
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In the shadows
In the shadows of every shadeAn unseen plaque with the nameOf a thoughtful sower In the success of many homesThe unheard creaking bonesOf a thoughtful shoulder Same sower and seed scenarioReplayed, retoldWisdom, wasting, waitingTo be emulated
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songs of a folktale
all eyes on the new moonas we sang, clapped and dancedsongs of a folktale about the moon and the sunmotherswho decided to slaughter their children for a meal during a famineThe sun was the first, sacrificing her children but the wise moon loved her children and wouldn’t when it was her turnThe furious sun now…
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Blind plants
Plants are like blind servants. They stand at one place all their lives with arms stretched out, with their roots, stems, leaves, fruits and any other thing they can offer on the tray to serve humanity. When our water bodies are polluted from chemicals like those used in mining minerals in water bodies, the blind…
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The lone bird is done singing
The lone bird is done singing,and the migratory season is here.It has joined its clanto sail across the sky,to a new land. We cannot help but keep lookingwhere it once stood, singing.The lone bird is no more,only echoes of its voice. Like nicknamesof old high school friendsheld together in indelible inkagainst fading classroom walls,your name…
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Medieval Chapel
I enter a medieval chapelTrapped in the ancient architecture A distinctive atmosphere I grope for a labelI marvel at the mysteryAnd mastery Of the designsThe dexterity The pain and passion pumped into the projectImpressively appealing A signature of past lives and past timesIn its walls, I sense the sweat of the workersAnd the desperation of…
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Resilience is the color of Nature
Resilience is the color of NatureFeel her stubbornness in tough weedThat keep rising when crushedSee them rise among rocksAmong thornsEven on paths frequented by a million feetFeel her patience vibrating in the wavesCalculated moves and motivesLurking in the breezeSearching for soft spots of ships to strikeFeel her fearlessness, fury and focusMirrored in the faces of…
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Go places
It’s a beautiful worldSo beautiful sometimes it makes you forgetYour worries, sorrows and little lifeWhen you think of the vastness of this universeDoesn’t it inspire you to dream big?Don’t you see finger and footprints of a Mighty Being?Aren’t you ashamed of the many ways we destroy its beauty and peace?Do you see traces of the…
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Travel
TravelAnd marvelAt strange placesFull of people, pacingTracing their histories in nationsTheir great ancestors were once taken SeeAnd meetStories that hookYou to your seatMove you to unlearn truthsYou once held to your doom TravelAnd unravelWonders across bordersThat many never botherTo search, seek, dig, discoverMemories worth the sense of otherness
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wind of change
unspoken ruleswoven into lightening whipsland mercilessly on the backsof storm cloudsthey charge across the skylike chariots of fireracing after the windit’s a race for timein a wind of changedisguised as a thunderstormwhich won’t be here for long https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/27/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-thunderstorm-september-27-2022/
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One sea, Two scenes
Birds on a seashoreTweeting gleefully, like kids on a seesawFamiliar notes, like those of a theme songPositive vibes, for the weak and strong Waves, heaving like a sleeping dragonIts patience, creaking like a weeping wagonFuming, like a seething PythonAll its theatrics, fleeting, bygone https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/20/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-theatrics-september-20-2022/
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A wild child
A wild bird is away Grandma casts perfunctory glances every now and then At its home She’s heating the hearth The smoke snakes out through the window Stinging impotently at the thick foggy air outside Wild bird roaming the woods like a wild child Will soon spot the fumes Beckoning it to return home To…
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Thousand Years
The moon sits Like a firstborn whose place has been taken By her father’s sun Simply because she is a woman August night is her birthnight And no star is here to give her wishes Even the ducks have turned their backs on her Take solace, opalescent moon Breathless and sultry On a humid August…
Diary of a Wanderer 