"Today Happens to be a beautiful day" from the T-shirt of an unsuspecting young girl still in higher school; via the blog of one of her friends to me; this phrase has already made a few ponder and contemplate.
A nice day it is when the sun is bright, the sky royal and blue, when the green trees on the adjoining hill sparkle and when the dots of glorious, expensive white clouds decorate the scenery. What than is a day when the clouds dark as they are, rush in from the south west, to bring the resurrecting drops as desired as the elixir? who undermines the beauty of the morning fog or the glare of the cold rime over the shivering grass?and, the sun shining over the rime destroying, purging it is equally fascinating.
The sun is grand in the morning, red, orange and yellow it travels through the day ripening the wheat and barley turning the green to gold it sets down glowing red, not furious but exuberant and promising. The dark clouds on the other day make the green darker; the pines and deodar are quick to change shades as the drops defy gravity on the sharp needle pointBeauty probably is always this way, you keep overlooking its exquisite nature for long, the incessant beauty obviously can not cause flashes and is often corner shouldered. Every day that reaches me, brings the sun, moon, rain and snow. Every day nature whispers to me in the undertones, so delicately it adorns me with those commandments.
2 Comments:
excellent title yaar!!!!
and a nice blog too.......especially the second last para.. quality stuff really
Reading this makes me wonder If there exists a difference between what's been beautifully written and me as a human, I'm in love with this,,,,,,,:)
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