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Minerva

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz
Courtesy : The Mag

A valley suspended in dreamless sleep,
Sky - with thousand eyes peering,
Like jewels on an inanimate face!
Following green which gently pervades,
Awakening clout from oblivion,
As if flowers spouting from seeds.

Upon nature's canvas, science draws,
For man who remains in awe - I speak,
Picking words from reverent fantasies,
To pour accolades for an unmade artistry!

Comments

  1. Marion24 August 2014 at 11:08

    An awesome write, Anand. I love this line best: "Sky - with thousand eyes peering/Like jewels on an inanimate face!" Just magical. xo

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  2. Brian Miller24 August 2014 at 11:35

    oh we need to cling to that awe...it is the only way we keep the beauty of it all
    in the forefront...and even science....and in reverence

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  3. brudberg24 August 2014 at 11:56

    A privilege to be a witness to such scenery indeed..

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  4. Arushi Ahuja24 August 2014 at 12:01

    you spoke wonderfully indeed for the man in awe... !!

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  5. Gen Giggles 24 August 2014 at 12:31

    I love the concepts in this.

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  6. Kathe W.24 August 2014 at 13:31

    lovely write- love the first two lines especially

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  7. Berowne24 August 2014 at 13:55

    Strikingly innovative; well done.

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  8. J.N.T.24 August 2014 at 13:56

    This was an ethereal masterpiece! You go Anand, a very fine piece I tell you!!!

    Jamztoma
    Jamztoma.blogspot.com

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  9. ZQ24 August 2014 at 17:04

    What a wonderful piece!
    ZQ

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  10. Sumana Roy24 August 2014 at 20:00

    "Awakening clout from oblivion, / As if flowers spouting from seeds.".......perfectly describes the wakefulness to the grandeur and the urge for creation...beautiful

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  11. Vandana Sharma25 August 2014 at 01:50

    The beauty of his paintings will be appreciated by nature! very true

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  12. Unknown25 August 2014 at 04:07

    Beautiful write - very well done - definitely supporting Palestine too.

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  13. Wayne26 August 2014 at 22:43

    Nicely done indeed

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  14. Anand S Unni27 August 2014 at 08:54

    Thanks guys. Cheers to all!

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  15. Anonymous27 August 2014 at 22:06

    Love it and the first two line of the second stanza... SEXY intellectual interpretation! Love and Light, S

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  16. Tess Kincaid29 August 2014 at 10:03

    I like how the valley is suspended...beautiful...

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  17. Locomente29 August 2014 at 12:25

    Scenic... Poetic...
    Nature's canvas always awes men...
    Lovely!

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