Never liked taking photos. Never liked videos. Illusion of capturing the moment Never gave satisfaction, When it didn't and couldn't Represent as it is. But here I'm tweeting now. After 11 years of sleep. Beside a waterfall, where a crowd gathered. To take a nice photo and show it to the world. Stayed in patience Emerged in silence. Till last one of them returned to where they came And absorbed the beauty into myself. On a misty mountain heaven Carved the serenity unleashed, in red blood cells. After decades, it is still Flowing. Have you ever been to see a waterfall? Most of us would have, and it doesn't have to be a waterfall after all to understand the irony I am going to talk about. Now try to close your eyes and imagine what you have seen, heard and felt during such a time. Is it hard to do? Then of course you may have been distracted by taking photos and chatting with your friends during such times. "If you are aware, you are not there, no point in being there!" Is something I was taught some time back early in my career. However, that gives a negative aspect, often I find that I am not aware. But the truth is knowing that we are not aware is the first step in being aware. So, I have changed it myself to "If you are aware, you are not there, Well done! now you are aware!" The best trick I have learned to be enjoying something simple as a waterfall, a sky or a tree, is to stop myself from doing anything else. Stop talking about what you see, stop taking photos, stop doing or thinking about it how to build a nice hotel or a retirement home beside it! Stop moving, slow down so your breathing will slow down. See what you see as it is, you will see the colors, listen what you hear as it is, you will hear the birds appear and disappear, and it will make the best image in your memory. Which will not decay for years. Not only that there will be wisdom tree growing in you so, but you can also face battles in life with fierce. Thank you for reading, Beside A Waterfall - awareness You may also like to read: Science of nature (Poem and story) Pattern recognition - story

I attended a science class once together with my friends. We had great teachers who were the best at our times. Taught about experiments and nature of cause and effects. Started with hypothesis, controls and of observations. We were small kids, innocent, fragile, and agile. Did not know we were controls of our society, for a while. Halfway through our lives when we realized. Teachers were not there, so we had to hypothesize. Years pass by trees grow and die, Animal colonies rise and succumb to demise. Great experiment of nature already in front of our eyes It's power of observation, which will save us our lives. Story of the Old Monk and the student. There was an old monk who was considered as wise among his students of generations. He used to take a walk-in afternoon in forest paths. This was a ritual. And one student, the best student was allowed to come with him in this walk, but there was a rule. For the entire journey there should be no dialogue, no questions, only walking. Every student who came back from a walk with him talked about amazing experience they had with nature. And one day, one student of his took the walk with him. As they approached a mountain slope, he saw the amazing view of a sun setting in west and twilight making bright patterns on sky and forest canopies, mesmerized by the beauty he said "Ah! what a beautiful scenery!" Once they came back, he was never invited to the walk again. (too harsh for a punishment). But as you can understand the moral of the story. When we pass our judgements over what we see, then we really cannot see what it is, we are just painting a layer of imagination over it. Let's stop trying to be monks and listen to a science geek. He would say science is all about experimentation. What do we do in experiments? We identify relationships between cause and effects. But nature has started an experiment for us. If observation is the tool of science, I invite you to observe the nature, as we all are controls of this great experiment! Thank you for reading Science of nature. You may also like to read: Role of philosophy in the era of science. How to practice mindfulness - defilements

It's time for a magnificent Phoenix to appear on my wall. Tweeting and inviting for a poet and an artistic soul. To become the twenty as there is plenty, to share in this magical world. When the moon disappeared, gobbled by the clouds. Darkness appeared, couldn't see in an out. By the Order of the Phoenix, flew down to bailout. With the music, to ears, after his guitar workout, And rocked the silent night, without a doubt. Music flooded like a river in monsoon. Filled the cup of joy in an empty afternoon. Kept the fans waiting eager for more and more tunes. Epic atmosphere here no secondary to in Dunes (2021 film) Thank you for reading Magnificent Phoenix and night full of music. The poem was written when I had only about 19 followers in my twitter account. Hence, it was a great feeling when there was a twentieth follower. The twitter account was old as 2012. However, I have never used it until last September. After writing my first book I wanted someone to read it. Hence, twitter was reactivated. Now, after few months when I look back, I see it different. Now, those small things have lost its value. This leads the question, how our values are generated? Which you can read here in the article. You may also like to read, Nature is really beautiful, or is it?

It's a famous story originated from Aesop's Fables, from ancient Greece. Since we had built our cities there had been a clash in typical country life with, less resources, struggles of finding enough entertainment, compared to easy going city life with wealth. However, that truly would not represent the true nature of the country life versus the city life in modern world as boundaries are less distinct nowadays as the infrastructures have brought the gap between country and the town much closer. In the original story the town mouse who visits the country mouse was treated with simple meal of 'country cousin', followed by the invitation of the town mouse to his host for a visit to feel the 'Devine life of the city'. For which of course the country mouse agrees, and the as the story goes, the country mouse came to know the mother and the father of the town mouse were killed by an attack of the cat, and in the town, there is frequent threat of the sudden similar attacks from the cat. So, the country mouse return home with fear. There have been different versions of the story over time, with additions and new stories built around the original. Since the original wisdom which was brought by the old story is no longer there. We tell our children that the country mouse was attacked by an owl, when he walked on the countryside to bring some horror to the country life as well. It seems our city dwelling fathers and mothers couldn't answer if the children if they asked why they are not living in the country anymore and feared they would go back in searching happiness in the country life after all. It is true that the country life is difficult hard and monotonous, however, that is the same as everyone else. In the country the Neighbours struggle together. City life is free, opportunities are more with excitement, of course there are still poor and not so good living conditions although how much city authorities tried to hide. So, which one to choose? The city or the country? Of course, there is no correct answer, lets imagine we have group of people who prefer city life over the country life 99% of the time. And if there are 100 people in the group, can you say the city life is better than the country life as a general statement? We are distinct individuals and what is correct for 99% of our society may not be correct for ourselves. So, I think it is individual decision, and not independent of time. As there are more and more examples, 99.99% of us live quite ordinary lives which were influenced by others. If it changes your life, if it changes your perspective, it is better to try both of them. Afterall, if the country mouse stayed in the country and town mouse stayed in the town, there would have been no story for us to tell. Thank you for reading "The town mouse and country mouse." You may also like to read, kites that fly and don't fly. What will happen if I am immortal.

"Carpe diem . Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary." The famous quote Carpe diem from the film the dead poet's society 1989, makes the 95th famous movie quote of all times. There are few great movies made into top 100 quotes including Titanic (1997) at the 100ths place. However above quote is so inspiring for anyone who have watched the movie. Even for someone who is not having any artistic talent it invites to become creative as we all inherit the creative abilities, although our current education systems, hinders and hides them. Directed by Peter Weir and written by Tom Schulman, main role of the film was played by famous actor Robin Williams (1951-2014), renowned actor who gives the life to the teacher 'John Keating'. As the plot of the story unravels, about Mr. Keating, who is so inspiring and novel, leaving behind all traditional classroom methods of teaching to bring out the rhythm of hearts of young group of lads, to synchronize with the beats of the nature. He asked the students to rip off their poetry books, instead to listen to the nature and follow their hearts, not be in fear to take paths less often taken by everyone else. In the heart of this group, equally inspired, few young boys restart a 'Dead poet's society', where they get together to recite, poems and find company in a novel adventure. Neil who is one of the main characters in the story, is taken the inspiration, into heights no one else have done, becomes an actor, instead of following dreams of his father laid upon him. It is tragic that the life of this young handsome boy with a bright future was ceased at the end by taking his own life, that he felt that there was no way out, and he could not seize the day anymore, as his teacher taught him. So, what is the moral of the story? Is it "trying to seize the day would end up killing some of us? ". Is it irrational to go against the norms of the society how much we are inspired by nature. After all, there is no conclusion, no argument, given at the end of the film. We are left with a void of feelings, and thoughts even after years since I have watched that film, I wonder what a wonderful life that boy could have lived if his life was spared. Of course, after all it is a drama. But dramas of this kind can happen from time to time in our lives. Leaving us in emptiness, in shock. Luckily for most of us, we are so much in fear of taking the radical route, we just follow everyone else, without thinking like in a national geographic documentary of Africa! Are you? What does your heart demand you should be doing? Write it down, draw it now, or sing it before you forget the words. It doesn't matter as, death is the only bad thing that can happen of it, and it will happen anyway for all of us. But I wonder whether doing that will bring happiness to hearts after all.

It's a cold Fall October night. Firestones clash and ignite. The poet met the poet Knight. Fires sparked in skies bright. Was humble, as could be, it was a new beginning. The future shown by the Knight to be following. Leaving fears behind fiercely fighting Entered the battle of poetry, art and writing. There's no shame dying on the battlefield. Pierced by swords, daggers and Crowbills. Yet in this contest, there is no stealing. Knights win more hearts than those Kings crowning.

My feet are freezing, Heart is still warm. Autumn approaching, Won't survive the winter storm. Searching and searching from dusk till dawn A place to call home, to keep warm. Like an arctic fox, I do not possess a fluffy coat. Like a grizzly bear, could not hibernate on a mountain slope. Like a tree in arctic tundra, I am naked and exposed. When the first winter waves hit, my eyebrows froze. I will be buried in the snow soon, with an Icy heart. Be food to the spring cubs to make a new start. Call of my frozen voice does not travel far. I am so far away you can't hear me Ma!

There was a secret garden, behind the tall wall. Covered with shrubs and climbers, was invisible after all. But chirps of a robin red breast, took me there yesterday. And I wrote down what he told me, this is what he had to say. It didn't end up there, of course he didn't leave me alone. Talking about pleasures and nature he believed in I was drawn. Called by my work, I had to say goodbye. Promise to make a smile, for him and his twin sister who likes to hide. Behind magical world of colors and butterflies. I wonder how amazing are, their artistic minds. And I stole... had no shy... and, would they mind? Behind rose bushes, and sunflower beds. They still hang out, in their tiny nests. The Secret Garden: This is a famous novel by Frances Hodgson Burnet, first published in 1911. This was her first novel. It was about a neglected unloved little girl with pure and adventurous soul, who found doors to a secret garden, guided by Robbin, Redbreast. Later joined by Collin, a crippled boy they enjoyed, the magical garden and continued. Amazing Amazing lives.