The Mysterious Things

Boa Reptiles

Pratish — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 02:23:13 +0000

Snakes have a rather particular shedding process. Their skin comes off all in one piece and turned inside out, shaping into a sort of pale skin tube. Before the process begins, most snakes start presenting hazy, whitish or bluish eyes. Coral snakes have smooth scales that cover their body, and make it easier for them to navigate through flora, loose sand, etc. Their polished surfaces produce less drag as compared to other types of scales.

Boidaes (constrictors) turn into a lot darker. The True Red Tailed Boas are the boas found East of the Andes Mountains in South America (Surinam, Guyana, Brazil, Peru, etc). They get much larger than Colombian Boas and have very deep red tails. The skin shedding process will only set off once the eyes return to their regular colors, which is usually the next day. The snake’s most tricky body part while undergoing the skin shedding is its head.

Love’s Trinity

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 11:56:00 +0000

Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name,
Are not in love divisible and distinct,
But each with each inseparably link’d.
One is not honor, and the other shame,
But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame.

They do not love who give the body and keep
The heart un-given; nor they who yield the soul,
And guard the body. Love doth give the whole;
Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep,

Wide as the realms of air or planet’s curving sweep.

First Love

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 11:50:00 +0000

I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter’s choice
Is love’s bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

The Passionate Love

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:47:00 +0000

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
Those valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yield.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

You’re Still The One

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:38:00 +0000

You’re still the one

I want to love forever.

You’re still the one

I want to wake up with every morning

And snuggle with every night.

The one I want to share my dreams with,

Build castles in the air with,

The one whose hand I want to hold

When I’m afraid, whose shoulder

I want to lean on when I need support.

You’re still the one

I want to encourage

To make your own dreams come true,

The one I want to comfort

When you need a source of strength,

The one I want to hold close always.

You’re still the one,

the only one,

I want to love forever.

Remember Life

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:35:00 +0000

Can I remember life before I met you?
It’s a different world, now that I’m part of two.

It’s been 20 years now, and I’m no longer alone.

Love like yours, I’d never before known.

The things I consider on days like this,

Are the small moments, so full of bliss.

A kiss on my foreheads, a glance acoss the bed,

Laughing with you until blood pounds in my head.

Your warm black eyes are where I find my strength,

A day spent without you is of unbearable length.

Is it absurd that love makes me feel this way?

Silly and giddy with this day’s display.

It is in your arms that my day begins and ends,

We’re not only lovers..!!!, we are best friends.

I treasure you, Sneha, as I never dreamed I could,

So thank you, for giving me something this good.

Everyone needs someone

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:31:00 +0000

The world is moving faster now;

We’re on a changing course.

But you have helped me deal with life;

You’ve been a stable force.

When I have had to follow;

New directions, you were there.

When the world was hard on me

You always seemed to care.

When nothing held together;

Made the slightest bit of sense.

You have always helped restore;

My inner confidence.

Everyone needs someone;

Who’s reliable and true.

Through the moments

I’ve endured; I’m grateful there was you.

Thanks For Always Being There.

My love

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:27:00 +0000

The girl I love is comely, straight, and tall,

Down her white neck her auburn tresses fall;

Her dress is neat, her carriage light and free,

Here’s a health to that charming maid, whoe’er she be!

The rose’s blush but fades beside her cheek,

Her eyes are blue, her forehead pale and meek;

Her lips like cherries on a summer tree,

Here’s a health to that charming maid, whoe’er she be!

When I go to the field no youth can lighter bound,

And I freely pay when the cheerful jug goes round;

The barrel is full, but its heart we soon shall see,

Here’s a health to that charming maid, whoe’er she be!

Had I the wealth that props the Saxon’s reign,

Or the diamond crown that decks the King of Spain;

I’d yield them all if she kindly smiled on me,

Here’s a health to the maid I love, whoe’er she be!

Five pounds of gold for each lock of her hair I’d pay,
And five times five for my love one hour each day;

Her voice is more sweet than the thrush on its owngreen tree,

Then, my dear, may I drink a fond deep health to thee!

Depth of Dream

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:26:00 +0000

Because of the light of the moon,

Silver is found on the moor;

And because of the light of the sun,

There is gold on the walls of the poor.

Because of the light of the stars,

Planets are found in the stream;

And because of the light of your eyes,

There is love in the depths of my dream.

Sweet Melodies

Pratish — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:22:00 +0000

The sweetest melodies are those sung from the heart.

The softest harmonies are when two souls mend together.

Why then do people say it’s love that tears them apart?

When it’s with love that you can stand the stormy weather.

When I met you, spring was here, and the birds were nesting.

I looked into your soft eyes and saw the prettiest smile.

Heaven pulled down her vail and offered her most sacred blessing.

I’ve met an angel, I couldn’t help but to smile.

Sittting by the pool of life, reflecting upon it’ssurface,

I think of others and I get a little ripple.

I think of you, and a wave swells, spraying my face.

You said you wouldn’t cry, but I see the tears startto trickle.

Some people don’t believe in love at first sight,

Obviously they haven’t seen you.

Drifting on love’s endless blissful flight,

I’m so glad I met you.