#birds

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  • piyushalbus 10h

    परिंदे

    शाम होते ही, लौट आए कुछ परिंदे पेड़ पर,
    और कुछ नए घोसलों की तलाश में मशगूल हैं।
    वो हैं निडर और नई खोज की उम्मीद से भरे हुए,
    उन्हें इस शाम की अंधेरी सब साज़िशें भी कुबूल हैं।
    ©piyushalbus

  • thapa__saab 14h

    Justice & Humanity

    Justice tk toh theek h bt elephant ki jhagh animals & birds hota toh zyda behtr hota,
    Chlo ab justice or humanity ki baatein ho hi rhi hai toh bhi kuch kehte hai,
    "Lets start from the beginning i.e KALYUGH"
    Insaan apne mtlb ke liye kisi ko bhi nuksaan pouncha skta h, fir chahe ho insaan ho ya jaanver ya pakshi ho,
    Yeh toh sirf ek haathi ke baache ki baat h, jo ki apne sbhi dekhi or suni hai,
    Aksar jo bhi hum dekhte ya sunte h whi humare liye sach hota hai,
    Pr kya kisi ne soocha hai 1 year me kitne jaanver or jeev-jantu marte hai humans ki wajah se,
    Ab main ek choti si baat leta hu shayd apko smj aajye that means "EGG"
    jo log egg khate hai un sbse ek baat puchna chahta hu ki aakhir tb kha jati hai insaan ki soch jb woh ik egg ko hen se dur kr ke usee fry ya kuch bhi karke kha jata hai,
    Aakhir tb kha jaati hai kogo ki justice jb ek maasum se baache ko uski maa se alag karke usse apna khana bnaya jata hai....

    ©thapa__saab

  • vaishnavi_v 1d

    Morning walk

    when am on a morning walk, fresh air motivates me, the chirping birds activate my senses, and my heart inhales hopes while new ideas prevade my brain
    ©vaishnavi_v

  • aaditi_ 2d

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  • biswajitdev 1w

    Dear #Wanderers in chest of #Nature,
    Drop a ❤️ if you feel so .
    What's it that makes you feel #Satisfied ? Share with me .✨
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    ** I FEEL SATISFIED WHEN
    Soul's set free to wander listening whisper of trees
    Fragrance of florets dance with rhythm of breeze
    Mind's allured to euphonious melody of birds & bees
    Waves of Love clings to wild heart that is never gonna cease .

    Marvelled in chest of Nature
    Wild heart embraces serene nature . **

    * Wander - Walk or move aimlessly, Rhythm - Flow or Pattern, Allure - Attract, Euphonious - Sweet-toned, Melody - Song, Cease - Come to an end, Marvelled - Astonished, Embrace - Hold or Hug, Serene - Calm or Peaceful *
    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee @mirakeeworld

    #Satisfaction #Soul #Wander #Whisper #Trees #Fragrance #Floret #Rhythm #Breeze #Mind #Melody #Birds #Bees #Love #Wildheart #ChestofNature #Wild #Heart #ceesreposts #writerstolli #writersnetwork #pod #wod #mirakee #readwriteunite #julietscorner

    Picture credit to the rightful owner
    -- Wallpapercave --

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    I feel satisfied when

    Soul's set free to wander listening whisper of trees
    Fragrance of florets dance with rhythm of breeze
    Mind's allured to euphonious melody of birds & bees
    Waves of Love clings to wild heart that is never gonna cease .

    Marvelled in chest of Nature
    Wild heart embraces serene nature .
    ©biswajitdev
    29.05.2020

  • prettyproses 1w

    Just feeling inspired from one of the great Bengali poet Jibanananda Das.
    Presenting Jibanananda Das's An October Morning
    And then a poem based on the same theme.
    This was such a fun based activity. You can try this too guys. Already feeling enlightened.

    একটি অক্টোবর সকালে
    এক অক্টোবরের সকালে,
    কিছু শিশির আমার মুখে পড়ে গেল।
    শিশিরগুলি এখানে রয়েছে
    সারিকা পাখির সৌজন্যে

    তিন ভিজে সরিকা পাখি
    প্রায় একটি এমব্লিকা গাছ স্পর্শ
    সূর্যের উত্তাপ উপভোগ করছি
    এটি কি নীল বোঝাই নীল ক্ষেত?
    নাকি আকাশের আকাশ?
    এটা কি রোদ? নাকি সূর্যের মতো কিছু?

    পাখি দূরে সরে যায়
    আমাদের বিশ্বের থেকে এটি নিজস্ব
    আমার জীবনে আমি অনেক সরিকা পাখি দেখেছি,
    তবে আমি কিছুই দেখিনি
    এই তিনটি মত।
    -Jibanananda Das

    English Translation
    An October Morning
    In one October morning,
    some dewdrops fell on my face and hair.
    The dewdrops are here through
    Sarika bird’s courtesy.

    Three drenched sarika birds
    almost touching an emblica tree
    enjoying the sun’s warmth.
    Is it an indigo-laden blue field?
    Or is it an azure sky?
    Is it the sun? Or something sun-like?

    The bird slithers away
    from our world into its own.
    In my life, I have seen many sarika birds,
    but never have I seen anything
    like those three.

    My take based on the same theme

    Hymn of Summer
    Resting my soul on sunny morning
    This strawy grass gently caressing my hair
    I am woken up by those dewdrops
    Escaping the comfort of wet leaves

    These singing kokila birds
    Hugging the bark of gulmohar tree
    Are they soaking in its warmth?
    But couldn't they sail in these bright sunrays?
    Is it the love they are seeking?
    Or something they call as nest?

    The birds fly away
    Weaved their own realm
    While my life witnessed various birds
    My words fail to convey the truth of song
    Hummed by those three winged birds
    ©prettyproses
    Siddhi Chavan

    #bengali #october #morning #jibananandadas #hymn #summer #pod #soul #dewdrops #comfort #kokila #gulmohar #love #birds #words #wings

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  • prettyproses 1w

    On the path of searching
    Your existence in my life
    I am on the road travelling
    Forgetting our bitter rife

    With only a hope quivering in air
    I soak in the warm sunlight
    Those hexagonal sunspots I wear
    And ask the sunrays so bright
    If you have crossed paths with brown hair

    However they shine bright towards sky
    Where you have written your initials
    On the wings of birds
    Their flapping and swinging rituals
    Drop down the tears seeped by words

    Yet if you are so sure that I can look through
    To make me understand your love is true
    You should have sung our favourite song
    I would have reached the place where we BELONG
    ©prettyproses

    #belong #life #road #rife #hope #warm #sunlight #sunspots #sunrays #path #shine #sky #birds #wings #initials #words #love #true #song

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    Belong

    However they shine bright towards sky
    Where you have written your initials
    On the wings of birds
    Their flapping and swinging rituals
    Drop down the tears seeped by words
    ©prettyproses

  • lunalight 1w

    Nature

    This evening time
    Sun goes down
    Moon going to take charge
    Birds going to take rest
    Those light-black sky
    A cup of tea
    With a song
    "All I need is you"
    It's a pleasent my favorite ❤️
    ©lunalight

  • wintersplash 1w

    Birds;

    Was talking on the phone with my friend this morning and she was surprised and pleased to hear birds singing outside my window. I was like yeah, the birds do that over here every morning, and I live next to the forest.

    ©wintersplash

  • in_fragments 1w

    Every living thing on earth exists to be obsessed with it's own evolution.
    #birds #evolution #humans #life @writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersworld #mirakee #writerstolli #pod #poem

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    Humminghuman

    Every time I write a poem,
    I connect with another vital part of myself.
    Like the hummingbird, stopping for nectar,
    I pause to feed from the nectar of my head;
    the self-reflection revitalizes me,
    insight invigorates,
    fresh energy enlivens every cell,
    and I hurriedly fly away-
    safely sustained once again
    in my unwavering obsession
    with my own evolution.
    ©in_fragments

  • rozettia_ 2w

    // aren't you listening ? \\

    #pod #hope #birds

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    Hope

    Are you gonna give upon your dreams only because it was too hard to achieve ?
    Once, the birds also didn't knew flying, they tried still !

    ©rozettia_

  • jasirah 2w

    Lilith

    Almost tangible,
    Visible and there.
    Moving, asserting
    Claiming its declare.
    Ablaze lay houses,
    Swelter, losing fear.
    Nomads scrabble,
    Looking for share.
    Smothering the harlot.
    Her forgotten bird cages,
    With dead doves, resisting,
    Left unattended,
    On some burning sill.
    Who cried that night,
    Are not sleeping, still.
    False truths, fantasies,
    And such witty will.
    Scratched skins,
    Graves left unfilled.
    Lost, invisible, unseen,
    Broken houses, petrified.
    Massacred natheless rescued.
    Through windows
    With burned muntins,
    Followed gazes.
    "She's a monster,
    Hence, banished."


    Jasirah

  • smileyone 2w

    Depart

    Only birds will cry
    on the day I depart
    the world of sorrow


    ©smileyone

  • fireaura 2w

    On Rain's Arrival

    The rain has arrived;
    So birds are returning home,
    Waiting for the storm.
    ©bangla_haiku

  • fireaura 2w

    Br̥ṣṭir Āgomôn

    Br̥ṣṭi eseche;
    pākhirā zhācche ghôre,
    jhôṛēr ôpēkkhāy.

  • amanwithgreenface 2w

    Across the sky, beyond the welkins.
    A strip
    Of flare,
    ablazing the whole fair ,
    Sky was justlike,
    That never was look alike,
    Scintillating ,
    all over and world over ,
    With full of spice,
    With full of surprise,
    From dusk to dawn
    Dawn to dusk, .....
    Feathery Birds playing cloak and dagger,
    Steeped in aromas,
    Smashing the water ,interposing the treasures,
    Of their gloss.......
    That beat with which they flow,
    That beat with which they blow ,
    Beyond and beyond.....
    Lightning the sky, glaring the worldwide..
    Even sun cherishing
    the sunrise .....
    and forget the set of colour lights..
    Reflection and reflection,
    Everywhere affection and affection ...
    Screaming and killings,
    Blowing along with wind
    Leaving a dark vacuum
    With no brink,, ........,,,
    The birds were high with their booms,,
    That causes everywhere sonicbooms...
    ...
    ����������
    #nature #sunrise #Birds...

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    Just the sky..

    ©amanwithgreenface

  • rizhi000 2w

    மரத்தை
    வெட்டியதும்...

    இடத்தை
    மாற்றின...

    மின்கம்பியில்
    காக்கை
    குருவிகள்!!!

    ©rizhi000

  • surajnsm 2w

    The Rain

    The rain
    Intentionally
    Dulled my plans
    And guided me back
    Into nature's hand

    Birds dancing in showers
    Feathers, that wet orange-green
    Gleaming grasses with flowers
    Like I've ever seen.


    surajnsm

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 2w

    Bowerbirds are a type of bird found in Australia, where the male builds a nest for a female so as to woo her and then mate with her.
    #writtenwords #mywords #writers who are #musings #thoughts #conversations #woo #birds #best #nest #build_the_best_nest #mate #mating_rituals #impress #fun_fact #save_the_birds #writersnetwork #spontaneous_flow_of_emotions #mirakee

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    A Conversation Between Two Bowerbirds

    "I am trying my best," he implored.
    "By not even making me a nest," replied she.
    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • _zenair_ 3w

    EMPTY CAGES

    If I show you a cage,
    you start looking for the bird.
    As though the cage
    ought to be helped.
    As though the cage
    yearns for it.

    Yet an empty cage that cries
    means one more bird liberated.

    All a cage knows is to cage.
    All a bird knows is to fly.

    Yet here we are,
    building houses out of cages
    Looking up at the Free -
    in Infinite skies.

    No bird dreams of cages, friend.
    In no cage should a bird end.

    _zenair_