A Mother's Valor: Defying Nature's Harsh Love

A Mother's Valor

In a tempest's rage, fierce and wild,

A mother weaver bird, unbowed, beguiled,

She weaves her nest with love's tender grace,

To shield her eggs from nature's ruthless chase.

The heavens clash, lightning pierces the sky,

Thunder roars, as dark clouds multiply,

Yet, undeterred, she spreads her wings with might,

Defying the storm, embracing the night.

Raindrops cascade like tears from the clouds,

Yet her determination remains unshroud,

With each gust of wind, she holds firm and strong,

A warrior of love, singing nature's song.

Her tiny beak, an artist's skill refined,

Crafts a fortress against the elements unkind,

Threads of resilience, woven with threads of care,

She shelters life, a testament so rare.

Nature's fury may lash with relentless glee,

But the mother weaver bird refuses to flee,

Her wings flutter with hope, beating the odds,

Guarding her brood, defying all facades.

Through the roaring storm, her love's symphony,

Echoes in the darkness, defying destiny,

Her feathers dance, a fearless display,

Against nature's harsh might, she holds sway.

For in her heart, a flame forever lit,

A flame that burns through the darkest pit,

A symbol of strength, in the face of despair,

A mother's love, beyond compare.

And as the storm recedes, its fury waned,

The mother weaver bird, her nest sustained,

A testament to love, resilience, and might,

A beacon of hope, in nature's fight.

For when adversity strikes, and tempests brew,

May we learn from her, steadfast and true,

To weather the storm, to rise above,

In the fight against nature's harsh love.

Enchanting Symphony of Emerald [Epic Verse]

Coorg: Enchanting Symphony of Emerald

Coorg, a gem of nature’s splendid art,

Where misty mountains touch the sky’s blue heart,

A land of coffee, culture and serene grace,

Where every corner holds a charming trace.

Coorg, you beckon with your dreamy sights,

Where streams and valleys fill the soul with light,

You stand among the Western Ghats with pride,

A haven of tranquility and peace inside.

From Mandalpatti’s summit, what a view,

Where clouds and hills embrace in blissful hue,

The green-clad slopes, a vision to behold,

A glimpse of heaven’s glory, bright and bold.

In ancient woods, where wildlife thrives and roams,

Where secrets and stories linger and loam,

Elephants wander freely, majestic and brave,

In Dubare’s reserve, where they are safe.

Abbey Falls, a wonder of nature’s force,

Where water leaps and flows with joyful course,

A melody of nature’s soothing sound,

As beauty wraps around with love profound.

Explore the mystic trails of Brahmagiri,

Where echoes of the past stir the memory,

In Talakaveri’s sacred site,

The river’s origin, a holy light.

Coorg, the Scotland of India they say,

With misty scapes and legends on display,

Madikeri’s fort stands as a proud symbol,

Steady and strong, a protector noble.

Plantations, like green carpets spread across,

Cover the land, a gift to all of us,

Coffee’s fragrance fills the air with delight,

As planters work with passion and insight.

Coorg’s culture, rich in heritage and lore,

The Kodavas, a brave and graceful core,

Their martial customs and heroic deeds,

Live on through time, as history leads.

And as the sun dips below Coorg’s horizon,

Where nature and serenity are one,

The whispers of calmness linger on,

In Coorg’s embrace, forever drawn.

Oh, Coorg, a paradise of wonders rare,

Where nature’s splendor shines everywhere,

In every leaf, in every breath you feel,

A harmony of beauty, ever real.

May your hills always sing the sublime song,

And in our hearts, your spirit will belong,

Coorg, oh Coorg, a treasure beyond compare,

A sanctuary of joy, meant to share.

Benjamin's Legacy: The Ballad of Kindness

(Verse 1)

In a village nestled deep within the hills,

Where echoes of ancient wisdom thrills,

Lived a young lad named Benjamin, so true,

With dreams that soared high, his heart imbued.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Verse 2)

Benjamin yearned for treasures and gold,

He believed riches would bring joy untold,

He chased illusions, his heart led astray,

Forgetting the value in life's simple array.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Verse 3)

One day, a wise sage approached his door,

A humble traveler, weathered and poor,

He shared tales of love, kindness, and grace,

The true treasures that can never be misplaced.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Verse 4)

With each word, the sage painted a picture,

Of selflessness, empathy, a richer mixture,

Benjamin's heart began to bloom and see,

The beauty of life's truest currency.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Bridge)

From that day forth, Benjamin turned a page,

Seeking kindness as his true wealth and wage,

He lent a helping hand, to young and old,

A legacy of love, a story to be told.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Verse 5)

The village transformed, touched by Benjamin's light,

Acts of compassion ignited the night,

And as he grew older, his soul became wise,

Enriched by the love that money couldn't buy.

(Chorus)

Oh, listen, dear souls, to this tale I sing,

A ballad of lessons, the wisdom it brings.

For in life's journey, a moral we find,

Let it seep in your heart, and forever bind.

(Outro)

So, dear friends, let Benjamin's story resound,

In the depths of your hearts, let it be found,

True riches lie not in material gain,

But in kindness shared, love that shall remain.

Threads of Existence [Short Poem]

Threads of Existence

Life is a collection of moments,

Spun with threads of time and space,

A melody of happiness and pain,

A gentle dance of love and grace.

From the first sound to the final silence,

We travel through this worldly sphere,

Looking for a higher purpose,

A shining light to guide us here.

The seasons flow, as seasons will,

Spring’s flowers bloom, then wither soon,

Summer’s heat fills all we feel,

Autumn’s hues create a lovely tune.

And winter arrives, with its frosty touch,

A sign of life’s fleeting grip,

But even in the cold, there is a warmth,

A spark of hope, ready to flip.

We savor the sweetness of love’s kiss,

And endure the ache of heartbreak’s bite,

We adapt to life’s changing rhythm,

To find peace in the simple delights.

Through challenges and victories, we grow and learn,

Like streams carving ways through rocky soils,

We gain knowledge, let our souls burn,

With each move made, life’s collection fills.

For life is not a goal, but a journey,

A blend of moments, both small and great,

It’s in the laughter, the tears, the yearning,

That we truly find ourselves, standing straight.

So let us treasure this gift we have received,

Enjoy the beauty, the obstacles we meet,

For in the collection of life, we are weaved,

Connected, in this ever-changing stree

Surviving Shattered Ground [Survival Thriller]

Surviving Shattered Ground

Baijanthi woke up to the sound of rattling windows and trembling walls. Confusion and fear gripped her as she realized that an earthquake was shaking the very foundation of her school. She was trapped, alone, in the classroom as debris rained down around her. Panic welled up inside her, but she knew she had to stay calm if she wanted to survive.

The 2015 Nepal earthquake had struck with a force that seemed unimaginable. The school building, once a place of learning and laughter, was now a labyrinth of danger and uncertainty. Baijanthi desperately searched for a way out, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she made her way through the shattered corridors, she could hear distant cries for help and the muffled sobs of her fellow students. The devastation was overwhelming, and hope seemed to be fading with each passing minute. Baijanthi clung to the flickering light of her flashlight, illuminating her path through the darkened hallways.

Time blurred as she navigated the maze of collapsed walls and fallen ceilings. Every step she took was precarious, as the ground beneath her feet trembled and shifted. She had to make choices quickly, deciding which way to turn and which obstacles to avoid. She couldn't afford to waste any time, for the aftershocks threatened to bring the entire structure crashing down.

Baijanthi's determination kept her going, even as her body grew tired and her mind filled with doubts. She thought of her family, waiting anxiously for her return. She thought of her dreams and aspirations, all hanging in the balance. With each passing moment, the weight of her situation pressed upon her, but she refused to let despair consume her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Baijanthi stumbled upon a partially open door leading to the courtyard. Fresh air rushed in, bringing a glimmer of hope. She emerged into the open space, only to be greeted by a scene of utter devastation. The once vibrant school grounds were now a landscape of destruction, with rubble and dust clouding the air.

But Baijanthi's ordeal was far from over. The courtyard was filled with fallen debris, making it impossible to navigate through. She realized that her only chance of survival lay in finding an alternative route. With renewed determination, she ventured towards the back of the school, hoping to find an exit.

As she carefully made her way through the rubble, a sudden movement caught her eye. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Amidst the wreckage, she saw a hand reaching out, desperately clawing at the debris. It was another student, trapped and in need of help.

Baijanthi's compassion overpowered her fear as she rushed towards the trapped student. Together, they worked tirelessly to clear the debris, their hands bloodied and bruised. The minutes turned into hours as they fought against the unforgiving rubble, their spirits never faltering.

Finally, with a collective effort, they managed to free the trapped student. Exhausted but relieved, they embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces. They were not alone in this fight for survival.

With their newfound determination, Baijanthi, the rescued student, and several others who had joined them began to work together, forging a path through the wreckage. Their collective strength and resilience became a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.

Days turned into weeks, but the spirit of survival burned bright within them. Each day brought new challenges, but they faced them head-on, never losing sight of their goal—to reunite with their families and rebuild their lives.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Baijanthi emerged from the ruins of her school, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. She was greeted by the arms of her tearful parents, who had feared the worst. Baijanthi clung to them, grateful for their safety and overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they had all endured.

The Nepal earthquake of 2015 had shaken their lives to the core, but Baijanthi and her fellow survivors emerged stronger and more resilient. They carried with them the scars of that fateful day, but they also carried a renewed appreciation for life and the unbreakable bonds of humanity.

As the dust settled and the rebuilding process began, Baijanthi vowed to never forget the lessons she had learned in the midst of the chaos. She would always cherish the value of life, the strength of community, and the power of hope. The Nepal earthquake had forever changed her, but it had also given her the courage to face any obstacle that came her way.

Shores of Serenity and Sunlight [Epic Verse]

 Shores of Serenity and Sunlight

In the domain where the Bay of Bengal meets the shore,

Where waves caress the sand forevermore,

Lies Digha, a coastal gem of pristine delight,

A paradise where the ocean's beauty takes flight.

 

Oh, Digha, a haven of serenity and peace,

Where the sun-kissed beach offers sweet release,

Miles of golden sand beneath the azure sky,

A canvas for dreams, where souls can fly.

 

As the dawn awakens, the sea comes alive,

Whispering secrets that only waves can derive,

The salty breeze carries tales untold,

Of ships that sailed and legends of old.

 

Stroll along the shore, where seagulls glide,

Footprints in the sand, washed away by the tide,

As the sun paints the horizon in hues divine,

Digha's beauty captivates, a sight so fine.

 

Chandaneswar, a temple of devotion and faith,

Where prayers echo, an ancient wraith,

Seek solace in its embrace, serene and pure,

A sanctuary for the soul, a haven sure.

 

Witness the grandeur of Amarabati Lake,

Its tranquil waters, a mirror of dreams at stake,

Reflecting the vibrant hues of the sky,

A place where tranquility will never pass by.

 

The Marine Aquarium, a wondrous sight,

Where vibrant marine life dances in delight,

A glimpse into the ocean's mystical realm,

A symphony of colors, a mesmerizing helm.

 

From the gentle lighthouse that stands tall,

Guiding ships through the night's dark call,

To the promenade's lively atmosphere,

Digha's charm envelops, forever sincere.

 

Oh, Digha, where moments of bliss unfold,

A coastal sanctuary, a treasure to behold,

In the ebb and flow of the tides' sweet embrace,

Your tranquil beauty leaves a lasting trace.

 

May your shores forever welcome those in need,

And in our hearts, your essence shall succeed,

Digha, oh Digha, a coastal paradise,

An eternal refuge where dreams arise.

Stormbound Serenade [Epic Verse]

 Stormbound Serenade

In the expanse of windswept waters, 

Where tumultuous tempests roam, 

There dwells a daring fisherman, 

Who calls the Padma his home.

Amidst the raging storm's fierce dance, 

When dark clouds cloak the sky above, 

He sets sail with unwavering stance, 

Guided by a heart full of love.

Through churning waves and crashing tides, 

He navigates with skilled hands, 

A lone sailor on a treacherous ride, 

Where danger and uncertainty expand.

His weathered face tells tales untold, 

Of battles fought with nature's might, 

For he possesses a spirit so bold, 

That defies the darkest of nights.

When thunder roars and lightning strikes,

And others seek shelter from the gale, 

He casts his net with resilience alike, 

Trusting his instincts, never to fail.

With patience and resolve as his guide, 

He braves the wrath of stormy skies, 

As his fishing lines are cast aside, 

Hope gleams within his weathered eyes.

For beneath the tempest's wild embrace, 

Lie secrets of the river's deep, 

A treasure trove, a watery space, 

Where countless wonders are bound to keep.

And so, he persists amidst the storm, 

Bearing witness to nature's strife, 

A humble soul, both strong and warm, 

Finding solace in a fisherman's life.

In the heart of Padma's turbulent roar,  

He finds his purpose, his tranquil retreat, 

The river's melody, forevermore, 

Echoes his soul's unwavering beat.

So let the winds howl and waters rise, 

His spirit remains unyielding and free, 

For the fisherman with weathered eyes, 

Fishes the Padma, even amidst the stormy sea.

"Whispers of the New Moon" Part-1

 "Whispers of the New Moon"

Chapter 1: The Fateful Encounter

 

 

Jonathan's heart raced as he lay on the bed, his broken leg throbbing with pain. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the worn-out furniture. Edgar Roger Fernandez, a tall and imposing figure, stood in the corner, his piercing eyes fixed on Jonathan's every move.

 

Struggling to overcome his fear, Jonathan mustered the courage to engage Edgar in conversation. "How did we end up here? What happened after the accident?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

 

Edgar's lips curled into a cold smile as he recounted the events that followed the collision. "After you collided with me, I saw an opportunity. I knew I had to bring you to my home, away from prying eyes. Your injuries were severe, and it was the perfect chance for us to talk."

 

Jonathan's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this perilous situation. He knew he had to keep Edgar talking, to learn more about him and his dark motives. "Why do you do these things, Edgar? What drives you to commit such terrible acts?"

 

Edgar's eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement as he began to unravel the depths of his malevolence. "The thrill, Jonathan. The thrill of taking a life, of being in control of someone's fate. I revel in the darkness, and the new moon nights hold a special power over me. It's when I feel most alive."

 

Jonathan shuddered at the thought of the man's sadistic pleasure, but he also recognized the opportunity to exploit Edgar's obsession with the new moon nights. With his mind racing, Jonathan decided to delve deeper into the twisted mind of his captor, hoping to uncover any weaknesses that could aid his escape.

Chapter 2: Unveiling the Secrets

 

As the hours passed, Jonathan listened intently to Edgar's tales of murder, trying to find a pattern, a clue that could help him understand his captor's motives. Edgar's voice grew more animated as he described the thrill he experienced during each kill, his chilling excitement filling the room.

 

"Do you want to know a secret, Jonathan?" Edgar whispered, leaning closer. "All of my victims share a common thread. They are all connected to an event that happened in this very town many years ago, on a night just like this."

 

Intrigued, Jonathan's curiosity grew. He needed to know more about this event and its significance. "Tell me, Edgar. What happened that night? Why does it haunt you so?"

 

Edgar's gaze turned distant, lost in the haunting memories. "It was a night of tragedy, Jonathan. A group of teenagers, including your brother, ventured into the vineyard. They disappeared without a trace, leaving their families devastated. Since that night, I've been driven by an insatiable hunger for revenge."

 

Jonathan's heart skipped a beat as his brother's name echoed in the room. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, fueling his determination to bring justice to his brother and put an end to Edgar's reign of terror.

To be Continued..........

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Whispers of the Soul [Short Poem]

Whispers of the Soul

Amidst emotions' storm, risk-taking hearts sail,

Wise souls as compass, kind winds prevail.

Innovative minds, jealous moon's gaze calm,

Majestic dreams dance, an enchanting psalm.

Idyllic scenes embrace, mortal yet creatural,

Serene creativity, a celestial rupture.

Metaphor weaves, like rivers that flow,

Simile's embrace, like sun's golden glow.

Rhyme's gentle touch, in A-A-B-B scheme,

Alliteration whispers, a soft moonbeam.

Personification, stars waltz above,

A harmonious ode, to this world we love.

Greedy Dog's Redemption [Short Story]

 Greedy Dog's Redemption

[A Short Story]

Once upon a time in a small village nestled at the foot of a grand mountain, there lived a dog named Buddy. Now, Buddy was no ordinary dog. He was known far and wide for his insatiable greed. His belly was always full, thanks to his constant scavenging and thieving.

Buddy had a habit of roaming through the village, sniffing out any scraps of food he could find. He would sneak into houses, snatch food from tables, and even steal from the kind-hearted villagers who fed him out of pity. His belly grew larger and larger, his appetite never satisfied.

One fateful day, Buddy heard whispers among the villagers about a legendary treasure hidden deep within the caves atop the mountain. The stories told of gold, jewels, and priceless artifacts that would fulfill any desire. Greed took hold of Buddy's heart, and he knew he had to find this treasure.

With excitement brewing within him, Buddy set off on his grand adventure. He bounded up the mountain, his paws carrying him closer to the rumored riches. The climb was arduous, but his greed fueled his determination. He overcame every obstacle, his eyes locked on the prize that awaited him.

After hours of tireless climbing, Buddy reached the entrance of the cave. The darkness inside seemed to beckon him, promising untold riches. With a wag of his tail, he ventured deeper into the caverns, following the glimmers of light that reflected off precious gemstones.

As Buddy delved further into the labyrinthine passages, he encountered numerous traps and challenges. But his greed knew no bounds, and he pressed on, driven by the thought of the treasure that awaited him at the journey's end.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Buddy arrived in a vast chamber filled with countless chests overflowing with gold and sparkling gems. His eyes widened with delight, and he couldn't believe his luck. His greedy heart beat faster as he rushed toward the treasure.

But as Buddy reached out to grab a handful of jewels, he heard a low rumble. The ground beneath him began to shake violently, and the walls of the chamber started to crumble. It was then that he realized the treasure was guarded by an ancient and mighty spirit, angered by Buddy's avarice.

With a thunderous roar, the spirit emerged, its eyes burning with fury. Buddy trembled in fear as the spirit's booming voice echoed through the chamber, scolding him for his greed. The spirit proclaimed that such insatiable hunger for wealth would only bring destruction and despair.

Terrified and remorseful, Buddy pleaded for forgiveness, promising to change his ways. The spirit, sensing his sincerity, granted him mercy. Buddy was spared, but the treasure was forever out of his reach.

As Buddy left the cave empty-handed, he felt a newfound humility wash over him. The journey had taught him the error of his ways, and he vowed to live a life of moderation and gratitude. From that day forward, Buddy became a loyal and generous companion, sharing his meals with those in need and giving away the treasures of kindness and friendship.

And so, the tale of the once greedy dog spread throughout the village, reminding all who heard it that greed can lead to great misfortune. Buddy's transformation became a timeless lesson, and his name was forever associated with the power of redemption and the importance of contentment.

"Unveiling the Flame: Bhagat Singh's Atheistic Odyssey" [Epic Verse]

"Unveiling the Flame: Bhagat Singh's Atheistic Odyssey"

In the realm of revolution, a soul so bold,

A firebrand of ideas, fearless and untold.

Bhagat Singh, the name that shines so bright,

A beacon of courage, a symbol of might.

In the tapestry of freedom, he wove his threads,

With the quill of rebellion, he wrote his cred.

Unyielding in his beliefs, he stood tall and strong,

Championing the cause of rights for so long.

Atheism, his creed, his guiding star,

Questioning the dogmas that bound from afar.

He sought not the solace in heavenly abode,

But to challenge oppression on this earthly road.

For Bhagat Singh, religion was but a chain,

That shackled the minds, fueled hatred and pain.

He saw through the veil of blind devotion,

Urging all to embrace reason and emotion.

In the realm of atheism, he found his grace,

Embracing humanity as his sacred space.

He dreamt of a world where faith would recede,

And equality and justice would intercede.

For him, atheism was not absence but power,

To shape a future where all could flower.

He sought to dismantle the walls of divide,

To unite mankind on a common stride.

His ideas ignited a spark in countless hearts,

Unleashing a fire that tore oppressive parts.

His courage, his intellect, a beacon so bright,

Inspiring generations to stand up and fight.

Bhagat Singh, the atheist, a warrior of thought,

His legacy in history, forever sought.

He taught us to question, to challenge the norm,

To embrace the power of reason, to transform.

So let us remember his ideals so grand,

And strive to build a more equal land.

With Bhagat Singh's spirit, let us tread,

Towards a world where humanity can spread.