Megacosm

I was stupefied on looking at the pellucid lake surrounded by the grass filled with fresh dew. The bewitching corals brought charisma and life to the lake.The clear water was viewed in an astounding blue shade because of the sun rays. Ah!How can I forget the sun? The sweltering sun was proudly standing in east and darkening our bodies. The fleecy clouds were spread out all around the sky.The distinctive smell of the anemone, calla lily, begonia,bergamot,the columbine and the cherry blossom brought the garden to smell like floral smelling perfume. I was astounded on looking at the exquisiteness of cosmos!!!!!!!!!!!    

COSMOS

 I was taken aback at the look of the abysmal, dense forest. The trees left me flabbergasted. I looked at them in awe. The sol, shined and brightened in the bare sky. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of nature. The trees extended to nowhere. The trees had no confine. They were extended for miles and miles. Each alluring tree had its own charisma. None of the were were akin or alike. Either their colour differed or the shape. One was juniper, one was a shamrock green while the other would most probably be a seaweed green. Some were deviated from their shape. One of them  had their branches spread out randomly while a few were perfectly dome shaped.The alpine aster brought a wonderful redolence to the forest and so did the amazon lily, angel wing begonia, the blue dawn flower and the blue jacaranda.The cattleya brought allurement to the forest. Man is indiscreet, rude and stolid.   

Walking through Megacrosm

The little sparrow squeaked at the crack of dawn. The leaves of the Hawthorn tree were filled with kosher dew. The sun rose from the waters ( sea of course) of crimson and blue. Shamrock green grass hedged and encircled the puddle made by the light, drizzling rain.The tides of the sea collided the gigantic rock standing upright and firm. Rain sedately fell onto the fresh earth.Light rays passed through the suspended water droplets. A majestic rainbow appeared into the arctic blue sky.The azalea, calla lily, crocus and the eastern reds, fructified and flourished with the help of the scorching suns heat. The cycad butterfly flew from flower to flower in search of saccharine nectar. The mongoose silently crawled in search of nuts. The dangerous and destructive vulture was flying above the tall trees, in search of a juicy prey. The rose ringed parakeet was patiently sitting on the branches of the mango tree. The purple blossomed jacaranda bushes stood silent and sombre in the daylight.   

Macrocosm

                  

           Wow! That is  the word you could say on looking at this limpid lake. It was circular in shape and bantam in size. It was azure blue in colour. Fresh emerald green grass encircled the lake. Fish waded through the fresh waters. Bewitching corals stood still as a boot. As the darkness  flooded in, the effulgent moon marched in. The light shadow of the moon fell onto the lake at a lickety spilt pace.

                  Drip, drip, rain sedately fell onto the earth. Night flew by as fast as a vulture and the sun arose from the sea          { behind the alley} of crimson and blue. The rain did not pause. A magnificent rainbow majestically appeared into the dull grey sky. The perennials swayed from left to right along with the flow of the chinook. 

           Without man touching it, building walls and buildings it looks alluring. Man is stolid, harebrained and heartless. Animals kill for food, in order to live a life, but man only kills for fun, just for sadistic pleasure.   

                        

                                   

                        

A MOTHER'S FEELINGS

  

 A mother's love is unconditional

some think it is fake, despicable.

When her child fails in some or the other field , 

her grief is like an orange being  peeled.

no one can think of her  busy day, 

her condition is worse during the holidays in may.

She goes through wonderful moments of joy

when her son becomes a responsible boy.

She's busy in the kitchen even in the study

no matter how she is she is my buddy.

I share my sorrows, absolutely everything 

 and there I see her smiling.

Her face shines like a pearl 

I love it when she says, " oh, my little girl!"

I love my mom and always will. 

  

             

Papaya Poppers

         What could you expect from a nine your old girl. All, you would think is that she studies all day and listens to her parents. She would be a slim short,girl. Papaya is totally different from all the other girls.She lived all alone. Her father died working in the army and mother died of malaria. She didn't care about that as she was enjoying. All that Papaya cared about was her treasure box. It consisted of a comb her mother had gifted her and her fathers bootlaces . She found both of them very fortuitous. Papaya was very herculean. She could lift a lion. Her appearance was somewhat like this : Papaya had long red hair down her podgy shoulders. She wore a long shirt that came up to her knees and sapphire blue pants which were begrimed  at the end. She was brawny and burly. Papaya were short socks of different designs. Her shoes didn't fit her but she forcefully pushed her feet  in, no matter how tight they were. Her face was as large as a pineapple with pimples all over. Papaya did not like walking on two feet as she found it very uninteresting . Thus, she began walking on her hands. Papaya never spoke very much.

She lived in a frantic cottage. She had placed the table upside down so she could sit inside it and eat her aliments.Papaya was very melodramatic and gentle to others. Even though she did not go to school she followed refined, social behaviour.

THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS

             The city that never sleeps.This title is just the perfect one for the exceptional city known as MUMBAI.Whether it is day or night, evening or afternoon, you will always find cars speeding across the uneven roads. In this large country Mumbai takes up a small part but a big name.It is the financial capital of India. Mumbai has some bountiful places that one would love to go.

        There is pollution in the air, dirt on the road,impoverished people without a roof but however it is everybody loves her.Some may feel that the love is invisible but it is there, somewhere deep in our hearts. The roadside food the like the 'bhel puri ' or the 'pav  bhaji'. No one here wants to keep their city clean and green.Everybody is busy with their own life.No body is bothered about the other. Many acclaimed people have come from Mumbai.

           However Mumbai is I love it.      

AN ALLURING GARDEN

Just the perfect garden. Everything organised and in the right place.The flowers were where they had to be, the the lake was in its place and everything was perfect.I enjoyed the weather the weather as it was monsoon. The weather there never got too much.In the winter mornings, you wouldn't freeze up but it was squally. All you had to do is shroud a thick jacket onto your body and thats about it. Summer was fun. The enthralling flowers would bloom and blossom. In spring the weather was quite similar to summer. The autumn  fall was astounding and it was wonderful looking at the naked trees and plants. As the first blush would come, fresh dew would wondrously appear onto the clear green leaves.The brilliant and vibrant colours like the shades of pink, dark red, yellow and orange of the gazania left me awestruck. The shamrock green grass surrounds the azure blue lake.The plumeria gave out its mesmerising scent and beauty.As afternoon arrived the fierce sun rose at a lickety split pace. The plants nourished themselves very well and nothing changed. evening came without a warning and all was buttoned up. At night the moon was beaming accompanied by the stars.           

DESCRIPTION OF A GARDEN

I awoke on the most wonderful place on earth.A place that left me flabbergasted.It was the worlds most beautiful garden where no rock hearted people can come and destroy it. Permission is only granted to those who love nature and do not destroy it.If any human wants to step into the garden of beauty, then they need proof to prove that they are a nature lover.The garden only by itself could stir  your imagination.The weather there stayed in its limits.If its winter, it is usually windy and and cool.In the summers, it is not unbearably  hot but heat falls down adequately.In spring, scented flowers grow and in autumn, the falls are a must watch.In monsoon,it rains very lightly, about once a day.The plants nourish themselves by taking water from the rain and heat from the fierce, angry sun.AT the crack of dawn dew appears onto the lemon shaded and scented  grass. The perennials left an aromatic trail behind them. The jacaranda bushes and the angel faced lavender floribunda left me with my mouth wide open.I had fallen in love with the bewitched clear pink hybrid tea.The afternoon came without any warning and the sun began to rise rapidly and  light rain came up. Soon a majestic rainbow appeared into  the dull grey sky. The rainbow faded away as darkness came into the sky. The fierce sun drew back and the glistening moon looked down and smiled at me.The shimmering stars were dancing merrily and then as late night came all went off to sleep.

                                                     WRITTEN BY NISHKA NISHIT  SHAH