"deccan" poems
#***Cool monsoon breeze sway the trees
Cascading rills , meadows
The Valley and Scenic hills
Colour green rich in hue
Breathtaking the view
The rain pours and rushes down
On the windscreen and sunroof
A sweet melodic sound it makes
Like an Artist, paints in gentle slopes
Dark clouds in daytime , stark
Makes the Sun shiver in cold
The bridge ahead ,century old
Winding road and steep slopes
Passing through the illuminated tunnels
Old melodies played on the radio
The journey ahead ,we steer
The ebullient nature brings cheer***#
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
The night is young & sweet
The highway stretches to heaven
Rain kissed & just dry enough
To cruise around my motorbike
Cold wind blowing through my hair
We climb into the hills of Deccan
And we find a scenic spot to camp
To welcome the songbirds & sunrise.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
The Cambrian period had 7000ppm of CO2 in the atmosphere.
That was a time of the perpetual fire.
Even though the solar luminosity at the time was 4% weaker than today, the earth was much hotter due to the free amounts of carbon dioxide.
Slowly chemical weathering and living organisms bound the carbon in the atmosphere so, at the time of the Carboniferous period, it had reached 180ppm.
The earth was much cooler. A wonderful time with 34% oxygen in the air.
Then after this period, flood basalt eruptions, such as the Siberian traps and the Deccan traps released vast amounts of CO2, and this caused the earth to heat up again.
That was an inferno. 90% of all life died.
This followed by slow weathering out of CO2 and subsequent cooling.
When the CO2 levels are in low and balance the earth temperature change due to the Milankovitch cycles. During such period the climate always changes.
We even had ice ages during this period.
Now there is no flood basalt eruption at all. This time it is we humans who released the CO2 in the atmosphere. It took us one hundred years.
Earth will be warm. It will be hot.
(Source: youtu.be slash r7aZ6vqCk2E)
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
give me back my blood and
i will give you yours.
i am crying into tomatoes
i am scrying with wheat flour
and there isn't enough black
pepper in the deccan plateau
to satiate my flaming roots.
i have just received a message from
the yavana tribe of iron india, and
they sent it through a slow red
river warm and creamy. do you care
to know what they said? of
course don't, you never have, and of
course i will insist to tell you. "he sinks you,
he covers you, he stifles the breath
of your core." they are ionians and
thus they understand the pain and peril
of drowning.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC