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"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***#
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
Lonavala - The Queen of Deccan
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.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
Silent Night
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)
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Netherworld
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.
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
if you don't let me cut the cord i will burn you in it.