Beauties of Nature | Nikita Aggarwal

Slurp, chirp, the waves chatter,
With every flow
Covering an inch of decade,
Going up and coming down,
Like pyramids of life
Hovering around...


I have landed on the off-shore,
Where strong tides move on and on,
Leading me to the path of success,
Where my soul is flowing,
Holding on the rage silently,
I have learnt this from the water
Slurring on...


Serene Rivers,
Flowing awide,
Turns on the calm and composion
In my mind,
Dazzling ripples of sun
Sets inside sea,
Blinking the sign of
Optimism in tranquility....



Chirp, chirp,
I hear the sound of sparrow,
Very suitly
They build their marrow,
Flurrying over to and fro,
Where her wings stop
Only she cognizes,



Flying high,
Holding on uncanny faith,
Slurs the clouds up so high,
Like the star it alone shines,
Under the sky it brazes,
The bird surmounts assaulting zones...



Sun at the dawn,
Rises within the hills,
The golden dazzle sits on the trees,
Asking mourns to get up from grief,
Sky bathes under
The Burning sun,
Coming down to calmness
With steep water inks...



Striked by the exotic weather,
A sailor writes its journey,
Countless waves,
Impinging its clutch,
How minutely
Does the wind spur its passion...?



Thrust of storm
Concussed the lake,
Moving to and fro,
The sailor gazed,
Towards the demise,
With an ordeal eye....



Dives through the angelic ground,
Flowers grow on to become
Exemplar of nature,
Sinking above the thorns of defiance,
Love being the daily treat,
A context of beauty carves their fate...



A sparkling dot
Intoxicates to the core,
Those white lights
Seems to startle,
When the dark night
Becomes an irony
Amidst the twinkling veneer...



A skiddish walk above the grass,
A white- tail deer sets the graph,
Its confident looks
And "ready to nail" eye,
Does not deceive its zeal,
Muzzy vision but twinkling eye...



Sun sets its rays yet again,
Not a night always
For a "white- tail” breed,
Its uncanny trait of tuned hearing,
Alarms about the enemy in deep,
Communication is possible with exotic white- tail,
It smells danger from 100 miles away...



Silence kisses the lust 24*7,
Beauty rises on dusk 24*7,
Even a good wave carries some fib,
Sunshine plays with us 24*7,
Blowing amidst the streaming body,
Beauty dances on bed 24*7...


We walk down the road 24*7,
Limbos romance 24*7,
Even in the midst of hatred,
Love dances on floor 24*7...
Don't underestimate the glory of bee,
A flower shares its emotion with it 24*7...



I love my India
when peacocks dance,
it reveals the serenity of the creature
in stormy nights,
i love its sincerity towards
the new culture,
how it welcomes new thoughts
in sinking slides…



What you see,
what i watch
are two different perceptions,
add a drop of love into it
and an incredible advent will engender in our ocean,
it's not that Indians go narrow at times,
but they hesitate to behave "original",
This is what I have learnt from the beauty of nature…

[IMAGE via: Okwalls]

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Author’s Bio

Nikita Aggarwal

Nikita Aggarwal is a young passionate writer from India. She is pursuing her Bachelor’s degree in commerce from Delhi University. She is also an ardent daily blogger who regularly writes for IU e-Magazine for both Hindi and English languages. She is also known for her spectacular Hindi.
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