GREEK AND MY ORIGIN

  
From one of the ancient civilizations, i walked into the great soil of Hellenic Republic..Greece...

Cycladic Civilization,  Aegean Sea and Petralona Cave...

I had this curiosity to know about cycladic civilization and learned that Petralona Cave in Chalkidki, Greece was discovered by a shephered when he was looking for a spring. Spring... the flowing stream.  Interesting... when i tried to write my name in Greek it turned out to be Stream in Greek.. I loved that.. flowing water; there no forced stillness of a lake.

My dream of Athens is like a poem.. There i find a charm in the ancient pillars of Acropolis, i cut a portrait of Athens to place only its ancient artifacts minus the modern artificial structures.. I liked the old citadels, monuments and i worried not of the present Greece and its Political crisis..  

While searching for Greece and its ethnic charm there i found a blogpost  of a blogger named Kavya titled 
Indian Parliament, C/o Corruption,  New Delhi..
 
She ended her blog with the following statement....
There speaks  a blank silence . There exists a non bailable argument on every challenge. Where there the servants of power serve their own petty bowls and there on the world map we find  war planes of peace makers. And there floats artificial love quotes like in one hyped drama in search of milestones...or (mileages). Industrial Machines recycle crowns and reshape them for their own future use.  There falls the integral conscience..  
Who wants otherwise  a valueless invisible conscience.. Let it get recycled.....

What a blog ... Someone like Gayatri..... I mailed that blog to Gayatri..

Annoyed..... me.... no... 
there flows an ocean in me  and  i find it difficult to understand how it had turned so calm even after a cyclone.. 

From stone age to the age of modern civilization.. C/o...??
From  recycled crowns fall there on earth the essence of pure civilization and the crown holders walk ahead in search of the next milestone leaving pure wisdom ..C/o  New Delhi..

From Earthen Athens i know i can collect in hand the poetic elements of Olive Leaves.. Bailable challenges of conscience.... Acropolis C/o Athens. Poetic... indeed like a monsoon raindrop.....