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.