"My Lovely Vale"

Fragnance of blooming flowers on trees,shrubs and creepers, Spring season breathes fresh air into frozen lives.Summer heightens the effect,trees vibrate with a celestial music of their feathery denizens and autumn brings that poignant feeling in its warm introspective colours.Winter comes with a blanket of snow.

This is my lovely vale; sigh!
"Kashmir"

Surrounded by mountains and embellished with mighty chinar trees.The joyous chirping of birds, orchards heavy with fruits, alpine meadows dotted with grazing herds, and shepherds lilting with their music – a vivid mosaic of this place - takes shape before your wandering eye.Out in the rice-fields on a solitary tree or on telegraph wires a roller (disambiguation) flaunting its blue-green plumage may be seen watching its prey. The paradise fly-catcher

(Bias musicus) in his angelic white and black garb opens the orchestra long before the break of dawn. It is followed by Tickell's (Cyronis tickelliae) thrush, with its dark beak and grey body, incessantly singing at the top of its voice untiringly right on to sunrise. The golden oriole(disambiguation) in his royal bright yellow breast and pink beak sends forth his liquid note. Now the ringdoves(disambiguation) from various quarters join the concert. The song is now in full swing. Later on the bulbul, the starling, the myna, the sparrow and occasionally the jackdaw, chirp and contribute., to the concord of the chorus. Some other birds too in their own way make a display of their musical talent.

This is a land of poets and poetry.Lal ded a metaphysical women poet of kashmir,says; "I did not trust for a moment ,but drank it anyway,the wine of my own poetry".

Her way of delineating and expressing her imaginations celebrates the loveliness of my homeland;"look at this glowing day! what clothes could be so beautiful or more sacred?".

The roads are lined with willows and deodars along golden meadows.A firmament sky touches the mountain peak displaying a heavenly scene.Far away somewhere the vault arch of the sky touches the ground.

As the dusk falls dal lake goes silent,birds go to sleep,sun hides behind these red and brown clouds.The flowing water between the mountain passes makes a sweet rhythm; a sweet lullaby lulls everyone to sleep...