A Story A Day ~ 12 ~ Of Nature’s Patterns,Sunshine in the Clouds ~











December, a month of gifts blessings prayers and reunions.. Family weddings  dates specially fixed so that relatives and friends can avail the chilly, yet cool holidays. As the last week of December begins wishes start circulating around the globe. I find no endings or beginnings, not at this stage of life, it seems to be at a standstill, many say it is a blessing and I say ,yes, it is…with health , not wealth, for wealth which we take as and we call it money,  is always in a state of transition…sometimes less sometimes more…
It is a time for prayers …helping others finding the truth and appreciating it,feeling peaceful and observing nature…have you ever done star gazing at night? I remember stargazing, identifying constellations and the hemispheres of the skies…in the Summer nights…uncle was an amazing expert, he had a book with pictures, the book was Astrology’, though uncle was a Botany professor but I guess he loved science ,and later he introduced mystery and scientific investigation and research and above all…adventure when he brought ‘The Three Musketeers’ for me…and I too came to love not exactly one botanical part of science but all of nature…I get extremely spiritually excited for a feel a strange attraction towards the sun the clouds the high flying birds rivers mountains sunsets and sunrises and so much more..as nature is an endless amazing world…

I wonder and often fail to understand why people say, ‘you have the time,we don’t’ but where does time go? time is always on the move, we need to follow time..as time will not wait for anyone, nor be still,

and here I share the recently captured on camera patterns of the clouds..was this the story that I wanted to write I wonder…?

it is the communication of nature and the understanding it conveys….I stop here to continue later hopefully…..Ah it is getting cooler as evening draws closer to the dark shades


Oh the new moon’ as we turned the car  on Korang road, moving towards the small residential area I caught the small bright crescent…amazing view of nature…and my memories stirred again..the study of the moon flashed across the canvas, the craters and many years later heard the moon landing ‘live’ on the radio’…every time the moon appears so amazing…nature is never tiring never ending beauty…eternal existence…and it is all for us to enjoy and appreciate…not destroy…

the car stopped..we had reached home….



FOR ~ The Poet by Day ~ dancing toward infinity, a poem … Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ January 17, 2018 ~ Jamie Dedes~ Waltzing On…

spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth



spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth




waltzing on the melodious
music, feather like, rising
gliding,  embraced by light-
the Earth is All Bed
Sky all dome, a roof
shining in the day
glittering at night-
to show us the way

Boundless infinity oceanic
no end in sight,timeless,
and we mortals in oblivion
think about being en-gloved,
encircled we dance immersed
in  perpetual  meditation

we shall, in cool shadows be
with obedience and charity
for good we did, in year past
what good we do now, to last,
our hearts, swirling constellation
a nucleus smooth, unfurled silk

in time dissolved, myriads to
dust, rising spiraling merging
with countless orchestras in
harmonic symphonies of the
milky way, unknown infinity
like the never ending sea in oceans

cycling fresh blessings in motion
warming steam to vapors, floating
to infinity in dancing drops in
rotation, creating revolution
from sky to sand, and we say
rain falling, cooling drowning


and I say Blessed, drenched in
peace like the circling dervish
one with nature,in stillness bent
‘in my beginning is my end’
Light makes me light,boundless
flight, I say I am embraced…
Embraced in Eternal Heavenly Light



For dVerse ~ Poets Pub ~ Grace ~ Merged in Celestial Spheres `

IMG_20170306_181048_087-1  In sight all clear,in gaze no cut no break
peaceful smoothness beyond distance not
measurable, vast boundless, silence in grace

Nature manifest tenderness in petals
leaves murmur and whisper delights
water crystal flows and sings in hills
green and serene, in green grace

Grace majestically touches the senses
as breeze blows around branches swing
and birds twitter, grace abounds, dances
who descends such love and joyful things?

Grace is beauty and beauty grace
Natures spaces and spaces in Nature
darkness shades the daylights departure
grace emerges in bejeweled rapture.

For The Poet By Day ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Who Knows What Life May Have In Store…

What is on your mind and in your heart as you start the new year?

The year ends,
leaving gifts joys and blessings
reunions , joining relationships
for some the time is joyful
for some full of pain
as days of sorrow and parting
come back again

this year I feel peace and joy
yet sorrow and fear move along
for life manifests hungry poverty
threats to security and liberty
enemies restless firing bullets
innocent killing goes on…

some enjoy the snow and play
for them cold snow is a game
some lie shivering,no name
some build bonfires the same
sing dance and be merry
for tomorrow is,no blame

will come to shine and light
my heart says forgive more
make happiness and space
for others to share, spend less
save more, war looms ahead

who knows what life may have
in store,
work work and work
make life meaningful and easy
for others,help them if you can
smile smile smile
be grateful for all the blessings
look around there are miles
and miles and miles of them

A Story A Day ~ 11 ~ SCRABBLE & Human Nature ~ ‘It’s Just A Game or is it?

Related image‘I love Scrabble’ I heard someone say.’I turned around to see who was the great enthusiast of ‘vocabulary,word building and a continuous joyful spirit of and sense of healthy competition…there was no one…’anyone there’ ?

Oh Dear a Verbivore Ghost ‘ but no need to be afraid. I said to myself silently.It is me, the Scrabble addict. Ha!

Well, I did feel a bit scared.Then I smiled as I realized the fact that ‘It could be me ME..my inner voice telling me, my  worldly self, ‘Hope you are not wasting your time? putting on weight…be careful you might be putting tons of load upon your inner recesses of emotions, beating fast at the sight of a seven letter word, Ah what pleasure when this hits the board…but what agony when it does not fit and one has to break it and accept a shorter word and lesser marks. ‘But then where is your sportsman’s spirit….? winning does not matter, should not matter really…a voice seemed to say,’ why so many games in line?

well, actually I miss my father. He taught me how to play. Playing with him for long hours taught me many lessons. The best was ‘patience’ ‘How to wait in silence for the turn to lay the tiles on the board. Father would not take much time and often he would miss a turn. ‘Oh a seven letter word is coming up’ …he waited for the right place to fit in the word. This was the second lesson..’Tact’ to be tactful careful and vigilant. Once a French friend playing with me on Facebook said..’Oh you got the place why didn’t I think of that corner, then she admitted the use of the word h-o-a- Oh next time I will use it too’ This word cost her the game, but she played well and always had a clever move up her sleeve.

But recently I got a strange message on Scrabble chat..’during a game session on line…it said,’can you even speak English much less spell it..LOL LOL’ what was this anyway…I checked her game playing status..she had a hundred points more than me but she was losing this game…’not ready to accept defeat ‘ but what a remark..what did she mean to tell me…we hardly knew each other…and we play a game..a game is just a game…come on…

peace peace, how can peace prevail, if a game becomes a duel with lances armor and invisible horses….and there are imaginary kings queens and princesses and ..er shall we say..the witches unseen…Oh Dear this is all becoming the NaNoWrimo 2018…

Image result for scrabble clipart

all is fair in love and war but Scrabble is to be played with sincerity integrity honesty and is a game to learn and enjoy and is a great healthy indoor activity for all ages, while dangers lurk outside.

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Celebrate~

winter snow poem

in cold, grief  snow bound encapsulated
crushed fallen swept foliage separated
branches heaving moaning  sighing
I , like the brave trunk stiff but

December last days,ending or drifting
to  new beginnings, dreary evenings
what is to be celebrated, one is thinking
it is a time of gathering and blessing…

bloodshed blasts ,death blows through
North East North West North South North
does not stop- by benumbing weather
death knows not barbed wire or border

why celebrate the coming of Peace when
peace is not belief,when straff and strife
is here there and everywhere, then, do
do we really love or care for human life “?

Celebrate with joy in white and red
white is a shroud and blood is red
spirits rise, bodies lie, darkened sky
players play with arms’ held high-

I seek Peace and Holy Peace will come!
we pray and decorate honor and wait’
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ the
Gift of Life, let the Bells Ring, anticipate

bury the hate for black or white
world is a rainbow ‘ day or night
think stop think no one is winning’
Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’

Know now the reason the time, not, is late’
Time to Be Happy Time to Celebrate , Celebrate

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ‘Narcissus’ ~


Image result for narcissus in mythology

if one in oneself be so engrossed
so as not to hear the soft tap
of a falling leaf just broken
and blown away,
not knowing its


and we in our lustful hunger
hold on to the temporal stay
lying deception bold, astray
O’ deceived,innocent blunder’

dipped in Lethe, gaze fixed
forgetful love oblivious that
stagnancy is death, while
celestial stars in motion,live

humans differ from reptiles?
reflections do not reflect’ –
‘mirror mirror ‘or water water
let’s analyse in retrospect-

“Allama Mohammed Iqbal Poet of The East wrote
Here’s the couplet from the poem,’ The Renaissance of Islam (طلوع اسلام):

Hazaron Saal Nargis Apni Benoori Pe Roti Hai
Bari Mushkil Se Hota Hai Chaman Mein Didahwar Paida’

For thousand years the narcissus was lamenting its lack of luster;
With great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden

self love leads to destruction
true faith lost, is in  peace ..obstruction’
Let Bacchus reign,
then usher in pain
nothing prevails but frustration

Reflected light  of the moon,
acceptance shines through

lustrous beauty
hides the shadows, lit is the world
from Antartica to Attu.