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Time killing is time killing ........

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
30th March 2024
Standing on the pier,
seeing the sunrise,
the stillness in the waters,
the depth and the vastness,
transporting me to profound calmness.
When shaken with daily mundane and powerful thoughts,
the kiss of the subtle raindrops making me aware of my existence,
Nature teaches you to raise above the notch
Soothing the soul's wandering thoughts ,
I see myself repeating the process and then life goes on .

Nature has a magical touch, healing you with its beautiful art.
feeling the process ,being in oneness.
against the journey of multifaceted, painted minds, fluorescent lights and calender arts, sits me with a wandering heart .
As the depth of the day turns into a dark slumber,
counting minutes as if it was only the number,
then there gleams a reflection of the moon,
Yet again painting pretty pictures into the heart,
raising the hopes, not everything is lost.
Nature's gift is free of cost.

Not differing with who's who,
allowing to absorb everything old and new,
No questions asked,
rejuvenating and renewing energy, invoking hopes as I move through the woods,
long before I am lost.
nature trails leading to pasteurs green, absorbing the beauty of distant hills,
freeing the fears and embarking on newer thrills,
nature teaches life skills.
finding myself to grow and branch out from within ,
The soulful nature plays the mindful guide you are seeking .

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
25.03.24
my gaze on rose trees
as the buds burst with colours
scissors hesitate.
26/2/2024
Heartbeats also have rules ,
they just don't choose every name .

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
03.11.23
In the heart of the hinterland,
herd of cattle moving to the meadow music of  the cattle grazers,
intrinsic connection to it's humble roots in the reeds and soils of  motherland.

The flow of the rivers,
the parched hamlets,
the long hours of morning sun ,
the pastures live with the jingling bells
all of it aligned with nature as one.

The ranchers whistle heard loud and clear,
the livestock moves without fear,
humble beings with brightly tied turban heads,
leading them swiftly from forage lands to river beds.
He knows his land very well,
in harmony with nature he will dwell.

Out on the plains when the music springs,
Smoothing the cattle into the carpets of greens,
the humble cowherd sits in peace,
basking under the sunshine,with a sigh of relief,
nurturing the cattle for the day , a little worry shall cease.
for they will look after his need,
a act of mutual friendship indeed.

When days work is done from dawn to dusk,
Onto his bed he will tuck,
A silent promise the cattle grazer will make ,
for the love of his livestock every action he will take,
Come rain come shine,
when the seasons are rough and days are tough,
from far or near or from hill tops high to feed the cattle till he die .

@MRUNALINI NIMBALKAR
31.10.2023
Maybe its a rich tapestry of life,
weaved in stories of love , loss and transformation,
I am emptied out but I'm not done,
Hope has the best aesthetic standards!
I set myself onto a new landmark,
unruffled and draped in the fabric,
I am the most comfortable.


In my darkest days, gardens of hope have offered the promise of new life ,
Hanging on the edge of time,
Something feral with the dissolution of routine,
disillusioned yet determined,
It's a pause not a cessation!
beyond the horizon,
bringing me back into the folds of life with a spread of renewed positivity and the allurement of hope.

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
21.10.2023
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