Roshni, pani aur ped milkar yahaan har roz ek nayi kahani likhte hain. Yeh sirf nature page nahi, yeh sukoon ka ek chhota sa ghar hai.

 

Suraj ki roshni jab phoolon ko chhoo le,

toh har pankhudi ek dua ban jaati hai.

Hare pahadon ki god me baithi zindagi,

jahaan saans bhi taaza mehsoos hoti hai.

Nadi ka behna, pahadon ka rehna,

aur pedon ka sabr — yahi prakriti ka sabak hai.

Jharna gaata hai, jungle suntā hai,

aur beech me sukoon bas jaata hai.

Jab aasman chup ho aur pani bol raha ho,

tab dil apni asli awaaz sunta hai.

Yeh hara rang aankhon ko nahi,

seedha rooh ko thandak deta hai.

Pani me dikhta aasman,

aur dil me dikhti shanti.

Pedon ke beech se girti roshni,

jaise umeed har jagah raasta dhoondh leti ho.

Yeh page un sab lamhon ka ghar hai

jahaan aasman pani se milta hai

aur dil ko sukoon mil jaata hai.

Yahan har tasveer ek kahani hai

hariyali, roshni aur khamoshi ki.

Jungle, pahad aur nadi ke beech

zindagi apni asli khoobsurti dikhati hai.

Yeh jagah un logon ke liye hai

jo shor nahi, shanti dhoondhte hain.

Har photo ek geheri saans jaisi hai.

taaza, shaant aur zinda.

Prakriti yahan bolti nahi,

mehsoos hoti hai… aur dil tak pahunch jaati hai.

Yeh jagah shor se door ek khamosh duniya hai,

jahaan nadi apni raah khud banati hai,

pahad apni chhaaya deta hai,

aur ped hawa ke saath geet gaate hain.

Yahan sunlight phoolon ko choom kar

zindagi me rang bhar deti hai,

aur behte jharne har thake hue dil ko

naya hausla de jaate hain.

Har tasveer ek kahani hai —

kabhi sukoon ki, kabhi umeed ki,

kabhi us shanti ki jo sirf

prakriti ke paas milti hai.

Yeh sirf nature photography nahi,

yeh rooh ka safar hai…

jahaan hariyali, pani aur aasman

milkar ek khoobsurat ehsaas bana dete hain