Happy Diwali. - Light a lamp of love, blast a chain of sorrow, --- AKSHR

 

Light a lamp of love, 

blast a chain of sorrow, 

shoot a rocket of prosperity and 

fire a flowerpot of happiness this Deepavali. 

I wish you and your family a sparkling and Happy Diwali.

Light a lamp of love, 

In the night of lights, a lamp of love shines bright,

Blasting chains of sorrow, banishing plight.

Shooting rockets of prosperity, soaring high,

Fire a flowerpot of happiness, touching the sky.

 

This Deepavali, may your heart be filled,

With sparkling joy, and a spirit that's built.

Wishing you and your family, a Happy Diwali,

Filled with love, laughter, and endless glee.

 

May the lights of the festival, guide you through the night,

And may the blessings of the season, bring you delight.

Happy Diwali, dear one, may your heart be light,

And may the love and laughter, fill your life with delight.

AKSHR 

“Change is never easy and it often creates discord..... ”— David Suzuki ---- AKSHR

 

“Change is never easy and it often creates discord. But when people come together for the good of humanity and the earth, we can accomplish great things.”— David Suzuki

Change, a force so strong and free,

A wind that blows, a river's flow,

A path that twists, a new way to be,

A journey forth, to unknown shores,

 

Discord, a challenge we must face,

A test of strength, a trial by grace,

But when we join our hearts as one,

We rise above, we have won,

 

For the good of humanity and the earth,

We'll stand as one, with strength and mirth,

Together we'll create a new birth,

A world of hope, a brighter dawn,

 

So let us embrace change with glee,

And face the future with great serenity,

For when we come together as one,

We'll make the world a better place to be,

AKSHR

Forces driving like a burning fire. AKSHR

 

 

In this world of ours, where we strive and toil,

There are seven causes that shape our every soil,

Chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire,

These forces that drive us, like a burning fire.

 

Chance, the whimsical wind that whispers low,

Bringing change and surprises, as it tends to grow,

Nature, the gentle breeze that soothes our soul,

Guiding us with wisdom, as we make our goal.

 

Compulsion, the driving force that pushes hard,

Demanding action, with a mighty yard,

Habit, the familiar path that we tread,

A comforting refuge, as our hearts and heads.

 

Reason, the voice of logic, that we all know,

Guiding us with wisdom, as we make our way to go,

Passion, the fiery flame that burns within our hearts,

Driving us to dream, and never to part.

 

Desire, the longing that stirs deep within our breasts,

A yearning for something more, and something best,

These seven causes, they shape our every move,

And make us who we are, with each passing groove.

 

So let us embrace them, with open hearts and minds,

For they are the forces, that make us all shine,

And with each one, we'll find our own true way,

In this world of ours, where we live and play.

AKSHR 

"What humans do over the next 50 years..... " — Sir David Attenborough ---- AKSHR

 

"What humans do over the next 50 years 

will determine the fate of all life on the planet."

— Sir David Attenborough

In the next five decades, a crucial time we stand,

Our choices will shape the future, hand in hand.

The fate of all life, on this planet we call home,

Will be decided, by the deeds we have done.

 

The earth's cry, we must hear, and heed her call,

To save the planet, we must give our all.

The seas will rise, the storms will rage,

But with courage and heart, we can turn the page.

 

The future is bright, but the path is not clear,

We must choose wisely, and banish all fear.

The earth's beauty, we must preserve,

For the sake of all life, we must endure.

 

The next 50 years, a time of great change,

Will determine the fate, of all life on this range.

So let us stand together, and make a pact,

To save the planet, and ensure a bright fact.

AKSHR

"This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff." ― Carl Sagan --- AKSHR

 

"This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff." 

― Carl Sagan

This oak tree tall and strong, its limbs stretched wide and long,

Its roots delve deep into the earth, a steadfast, sturdy pride.

 

And I, a being of flesh and bone, with dreams and hopes entwined,

My spirit soaring high and free, like leaves upon the wind.

 

We share a bond of strength and grace, this oak tree and me,

We're made of the same stuff, wild and free, wild and free.

 

Our hearts beat to the same drum, our souls entwined as one,

Together we stand, a force of nature, forever begun.

 

The wind whispers secrets in our ears, the sun shines down on us,

We're a symphony of life, a dance of love and trust.

 

This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff,

Our bond unbreakable, a union of love and tough.

AKSHR

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” — Kahlil Gabran --- AKSHR

 

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” 

— Kahlil Gabran

Trees, oh trees, so tall and strong,

Poems written by the earth, all day long.

Their leaves, like words, in gentle breeze,

Sway and dance, with graceful ease.

 

Their trunks, like sentences, so straight and true,

Support the branches, with stories anew.

Their roots, like punctuation, deep and wide,

Hold the earth, with a steadfast stride.

 

In autumn, when the leaves turn gold,

Their beauty shines, like stories told.

In winter, when they stand so bare,

Their strength and grace, we dare to share.

 

Through every season, they remain,

A testament to earth's refrain.

Trees are poems, written in the sky,

A beautiful and timeless rhyme, for all to see.

AKSHR

Love is telescope Hatred is microscope .... AKSHR

 

Love is telescope Hatred is microscope

Love is like a telescope, so vast and so wide,

It sees the beauty in distance, with a gentle pride.

It magnifies the heart, and brings us so near,

To the ones we cherish, and the joy they bring here.

 

But hatred is like a microscope, so small and so narrow,

It only sees the flaws, and magnifies the woe.

It brings us closer to the pain, and makes us feel so low,

To the ones we loathe, and the misery they show.

 

So let us use the telescope of love, my dear,

To see the beauty in each other, and dispel all fear.

And let us put away the microscope of hate,

For it only brings us sorrow, and a life so late.

In that gaze, all self is lost. ..... AKSHR

 

Love takes us into the inner depths where no words are spoken. Only the eyes gaze at each other and, in that gaze, all self is lost.

 

In the silent depths of love's embrace,

Where words are few and hearts entwined,

The eyes do speak, and souls confess,

The language of the heart divine.

 

The gaze that lovers share, so pure and true,

Transcends the bounds of mortal tongue,

For in that look, all self is lost,

And two become as one, forever young.

 

The eyes that once did seek and find,

Their mirrored reflections in the mind,

Now drown in the abyss of love,

And there, they find their sweetest home.

 

In this abyss of silent bliss,

The heart beats fast, the soul takes flight,

For love has brought us to this place,

Where words are needless, and all is right.

 

So let us bask in this sweet silence,

And let our love be our defense,

For in the depths of love's embrace,

We find the peace that never ends.

Man’s great tragedy is --- he thinks he has plenty of time. .... AKSHR

 

Man’s great tragedy is --- he thinks he has plenty of time.

Man's great tragedy is, he thinks he has time to kill,

A never-ending cycle of moments to fill.

He rushes through life, with no thought of the cost,

Thinking tomorrow will bring him more, and more will be lost.

 

He chases after dreams, with a heart full of fire,

But in his haste, he forgets to desire.

The present moment slips away, unnoticed and still,

As he fritters away the days, like sand in a thrill.

 

He thinks he has plenty of time, to make his mark,

To leave his legacy, to leave his heart.

But time keeps moving on, and he's left in the dark,

With nothing but memories, of what could have been, and what might have been.

 

So let us not be fooled, by the notion of time,

Let us not waste our lives, in a never-ending rhyme.

For man's great tragedy, is the time he does not see,

The time that slips away, and the memories that could have been.

 

Birthdays are like boogers. The more you have, the harder it is to breathe! ---- AKSHR

 

 Birthdays are like boogers. 

The more you have, the harder it is to breathe!

 

Oh, the more you have, the harder it is to breathe,

A weight upon your chest, a burden to conceive.

Your lungs they labor, your breath they strain,

As possessions pile and fortune's gained.

 

Your wealth and riches, they bring no ease,

But only serve to make your breathing cease.

Your pockets full of gold, your heart of lead,

As the more you have, the harder it is to breathe.

 

Your mansion grand and fine, a prison to reside,

With rooms of opulence, and walls of pride.

But in this space of luxury and excess,

You choke and gasp for just one breath of freshness.

 

Your jewels and gems, they sparkle and shine,

But in their beauty, your breath is confined.

Your treasures and trinkets, they weigh you down,

And make it hard to catch your breath in this town.

 

Your empire vast and your power great,

But with each conquest, your breath grows late.

Your throne of might, a throne of pain,

As the more you have, the harder it is to breathe again.

 

So let us learn from this, and live with less,

And find our peace in simplicity, not in excess.

For when we have too much, we lose our breath,

And in the end, it is only love that gives us death.

Compromise is the best and cheapest lawyer. Robert Louis Stevenson ---- AKSHR

Compromise is the best and cheapest lawyer.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Laws are spider webs through which ..... . Honore de Balzac --- AKSHR

 

Laws are spider webs through which 

the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.

Honore de Balzac

People who are in power make their arrangements in secret,..... . Don DeLillo- --AKSHR

 

People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, 

     largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power. Don DeLillo

 

In halls of power, where decisions are made,

A secretive few, their plans are laid.

With whispered words and hidden intent,

They shape the world, their power to invent.

 

Their meetings are closed, their deals are sealed,

Their actions veiled, their motives concealed.

They guard their power, with every device,

And keep the masses in the dark, with ease.

 

But though they hide their plans from sight,

Their actions speak, with plain insight.

Their greed and ambition, plain to see,

Their grip on power, a vice, so free.

 

Their secret deals, a game of thrones,

Their power, a never-ending drones.

The people suffer, as they gain,

Their wealth and power, a never-ending pain.

 

But still, the people, they do not see,

Their power, a shadow, so plain to be.

They think they are free, they think they are wise,

But in reality, they are just a prize.

 

So let us see, behind the scenes,

The true nature of power, so obscene.

Let us not be fooled, by their lies,

Let us rise up, and open their eyes.

AKSHR 

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear.... . Mark Twain --- AKSHR

 

Courage is resistance to fear, 

mastery of fear—not absence of fear. 

Mark Twain