A day to recall our obligations towards the epitome whom we have been sharing with a trillion lively species and the lifeless,it's O U R MOTHER E A R TH who have been adoring us with all our miscreants. Take few whiles, a brief haitus from cheking her patience.
||HAPPY WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY|| ..... ................................. .....
We cry, cause we expect things to be better.( Life to be beautiful). Expectations are bad only when it's not from ourselves. P.S.: If there's none to water your dreams, let your eyes take the lead. Your dreams would surely bloom.
It's the 24th of November The phase where the world smears Its view with fog and unutterable nostalgia, The ghost of summer lingers close by Your shoulder when you ask me, "What's your favorite piece of art?" And I smile at my poetic hands That tore apart orphaned feelings Like a surgeon with a rusty knife "Mine?" I question before you nod; And I open my journal to the pages Reeking of sweatshirts and violent confessions It smells of a 'now stranger's cologne Who used to smile a lot less than he ought to And I took a Polaroid of him when he couldn't Stop laughing at my terrible jokes and stuck it To the empty chapters of friendship where My heart was a little less broken from Time and people leaving "That," I say breathlessly; "That smile I put on his face Comes under my favourite list.''
Another time, I tended a brutal wound Thriving like a contagious disease on The tender paws of a stray dog Who hides behind trash bags At the sight of rogue kids. Me and my sister named her Aphrodite For everytime we gave her food, Her eyes would light up like Passionate sunkissed skylines I turn to you and say, ''Aphrodite and the feel of her soft fur On my palms is just another one."
I open the drawer where I have stacked Letters I wrote to someone everyday Except never sent one to any address And letters that someone wrote me Because I couldn't love him more than a friend, It felt like an aesthetic poetry How creation needs nothing more Than just a touch of grief and treacherous memories I love these letters for they could only ever Meet at the edge of a secret horizon Where sweet innocence played with the unknown.
I proceed to tell you about a time When sunlight hit our windowsills That would turn the peonies I planted a shade rosier than usual, Mama would pick one each morning Tuck it behind her ear while pretending to be a princess And I would say proudly, "I grew them." Those are the moments I kept safe In my mind despite the furniture there Always catching fire from my rage. You smile at my childish treasures but Raise a fist to me, "A toast to your favorite works of art then?" I laugh and bump my little bunch of fives with yours "Yeah, a toast to those good old days."
I remember when I was a kid I was the dumbest, silly and stupid kid in the whole class. Even teachers always had complaints about my studies and always ask why I don't respond in class. I'm a slow learner and I understand things very slowly. I got bullied by my classmates and bearing everything just because I'm a coward as well. Few call me abnormal few call me worthless. And I didn't even share a word with my parents but somehow they come to know and they change my school and just because I'm the stupid one I can't match the speed of others. There I make few friends but they also wear the mask of fakeness. After all this, I feel so disturbed, disgust and annoyed. I'm at my worst where everything seems difficult to do. My parents become so worried for me about my behaviour. Slowly slowly I become so arrogant and mean. I barely talked with anyone. I become insecure about my looks as well. My self-confidence was at its lowest. I never thought childhood was like this.......but After this, many incidents happen, And I hold myself, my insecurities, my hope, my patience, my confidence. I started working on myself and with the help of my parents, my home tutor(she was the best teacher ever), I started focusing on my studies and personality. Many people contribute to my growth. And now everything has become so peaceful. This is my life's turning point, And from that day I become the rank holder of my class and I started participating in many cultural activities as well and I become what I should be. And after this growth in my personality My so-called friends and those gossip groups start bitching about me. To be honest I start enjoying it. And they started saying "you don't think you are changing a lot, you become so busy nowadays, you become so rude, why do you have so much attitude" I was like - it took me a lot of time to build this attitude. And bro you call it changes I name it growth.
.................................................... I want to thanks my parents, few teachers and lastly, I want to thanks Myself.
I don't know I should post this or not, but for me, this is my beautiful growth And yes I'm proud of myself!
Shining moon and stars are very wonderful to watch Specially when, except nature no one is there to share..... The dazzling light of the moon The twinkling stars Are the precious objects of each night It inspires to be happy And aspires to wish more It's teaches to be regular It's teaches to think high Not only a good mentor but a best friend also Shared my feelings about moon and stars @sush_1501 Want ur opinion? ~Moon__light
*Kashmiri Proverb “Aan Poshe Tale,Yalee Waan Poshe”(Food will last if Forests Shall).*
When i was nine satisfied and gratified, green dense forests(heritage) and fresh air lived countrywide, huge diversity existed with majority unclassified, atmosphere was pleasant when trees were on roadside.
At 12, I saw huge destruction trees were chopped down, Raging fire burned every home and habitats in my hometown, I saw fire, deaths, destruction and black smoke all around, real wealth was being converted into wetland and useless playground.
Years and years passed by more woods turned barren land, new houses and colonies appeared animals exploited the grassland, while my home burned, crumbled decayed and turned into ashes, the fruitful fertile soil retired and turned to wasteland and sand.
Today at 19 i am exploring my burned home demolished, destroyed fusty and musty streets, where i used to hug and kiss the trees played hide and seek and used to sit on wooden seat, my heart aches and body pains when i touch the hot, annoyed vexed boiling sheet(ground), feeling incomplete without real heritage (forests) that we chopped down and still mistreat.
Theme:- We depend on forests (LUNGS OF OUR PLANET) directly as well as indirectly. Besides our dependence on forests,they provide habitats for animals too. Forests and climate are linked intrinsically. Forests prevent soil erosion, desertification, global warming, flooding etc. Yet, despite our raw dependence on forests, we cut them at an accelerated rate. Forests are our real wealth, health and heritage. Therefore, it is our right to save the forests (heritage) for our future generations.