Love, a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species
They don’t know why they are doing it
But none the less they are doing it
What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.
Women and men standing around trees, hugging them, holding each other’s hands — This was the scene in a village in Uttar Pradesh in 1973, now in Uttarakhand, India where the modern Chipko movement took birth under the aegis of Sunderlal Bahuguna, a noted Garhwali environmentalist.
The best part of life is living
You melted the moon to fall upon you;
Thee named color, dancing on the weeds to fish my black ship in white ocean.
Unending search for hunger forever in this unequal existance
Plants trespassing ?