flowers…whats the name again?
June 8, 2009 § 38 Comments
Ooty has a few of gardens and the Botanical Gardens is one . And though this time I was determined to try and learn the names of the flowers , I managed to forget that I was supposed to try and remember 😉 So anyway lets see who can tell me the names 😉 And if you think a photo hasn’t come out properly , then it is because I was “experimenting” 😉 {actually I couldn’t see how the photos came about because my camera forgot its shade and got an memory card ache , thanks to the glare 😉 }
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flowers…
April 21, 2009 § 17 Comments
Since I got my new camera , I got back to my old love of taking photos of flowers….I like this cam better than my old one , Its focus is better and the macros too is better(of course it should be ,considering there is a gap of four years between them) . I like the 4th and 5th..guess next time I should experiment more with the ISO speeds 🙂
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Flower,flower which flower do you choose?
November 22, 2008 § 11 Comments
tree and weed
November 3, 2008 § 11 Comments
Shattered
shudder,
turmoil,
tongue-tied.
Blank and blurred,
boisterous brand
of incompetence
and evergreen hypocrisy.
No one dared,
for everyone,said where?-
where? do people who dare
to be different live?
-they don’t,i am not a misfit.
So everyone,claimed
and sang some old name,
lest the past be buried,
then what will be there to charge guilty?
So questions were never asked,
this is never man’s home
and so he was not to roam
but be bound by moribund chains-
when they fall apart,
he still will not know his part,
for gone are the strength and belief
in self,so too integrity-
in the ancient ,once flouring cities.
There in the name of few great man,
everyone was told,that only one is such
and such,for greatness is as rare as rare can be.
So dreams,where weeds,to killed,
And all that managed to live,
was burnt at the stake,
oh!for holy’s sake!
And still the weeds grew,
among the poppies and roses,
the lilies and jasmines
and again and again,those dusty
hands of manual labour
crushed them and burnt,
saying ha!now that is better!
I hope the weeds find their use,
in next life,if that exists so,
where they won’t be weeds,
but useful seeds,for if so a God
exists,he isn’t dumb to spare
so many seeds and scatter
them just to deceive.
But whatever happens to the weeds,
one thing is for sure-
that a seed from which arise the tree
and the weed and for life to succeed
we need light and water and other
forces of nature and the will
to penetrate and absorb and utilize
all that is needed and create
a better life,not just for us
but the whole wide world.
And at that,first comes the growth,
where we drink,to fulfill our throat
and then give water,to those who are sore,
for otherwise,our motives are desperate
and life useless.
Every seed is nature
and in its right it will bloom,
yet the will and integrity
are needed to become a tree.
the light shines the brightest
about a flower
October 8, 2008 § 14 Comments
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Between leaves,
between thoughts,
sat a single flower
-it lived only for a few hours.
Yet in those few hours,
it did live life,
until it was moved by force,
from that which gave it life.
And in its time of life,
atrocities were none,
ubiquitous were its brothers,
who among the myriad leaf,
sang ,till day,
all through the night,
as if they would never die.
And when they all were taken away,
from their lap of its life,
they did bare a scent,
one fresh and magnificent.
And till the scent spread,
they were honoured.
And then as that too left,
nothing of them was felt,
and to the soil they went,
to be buried-
they became carcass,
to fuel the tree,
on which they were born free.
Yet even if for a few hours,
nothing matters but self,
for individualism is not a mistake,
but for living’s sake.
And while the scent may go,
and their beauty may burn,
they held life,for flaunting,
and for that sake died,
but it was not a martyr death,
but one where,its value was felt.
Though by now,it is all long past,
it shows that life’s value is till it lasts,
and so in that,we need to live,
and try to see what is beyond the tree,
and the sense of detached belonging,
gives life a sense of being free,
for freedom is knowing,
what we are and not doing nothing.
Presence is to be felt,
and belief in self,
if the best wealth,
for all storms can do is break a petal
and all drought can do is kill.
Our scents may last forever,
or till dawn,
but life is such that our fawn
will help,even when we are gone-
for what we do is to build a tree,
one which we call humanity,
for that sake,let us do our duty,
that is to create and metamorphose,
and leave behind a stronger base.
beauty! oh! beauty!
August 5, 2008 § 12 Comments
beauty,oh! beauty you ask me!
I say it is something that is too sane to be defined,
i say it is something too insane to be defined.
Oh! beauty is the wordless smile,
beauty is the painful eyes,
beauty is here,
beauty is there,
yet there is one beauty and that is
the beauty of the eye.
Why so?
what you see,is what strikes,
what i see makes me like.
What is beauty?
but an innate thing,
what is beauty but a surrender,
where even the ether seems too light,
and the pain of years gone by,
give up and let go and you feel
the old-new sensations.
neither past nor future has value,
everything that is present,
is all that matters
and love oh! love and hate
breath fire and waves of water beat,
but beauty is all and death too
for inspiration is all beauty is a part.
Who can write about beauty,
except express it as something beautiful?
What words can decorate a flower?
what hands can destroy water?
who can blow the sun apart,
who can make the moon dark?
Who can make man ugly?
who can love as love is?
none can for everything is beauty,
in beauty
there is peace,
in beauty a storm,
he or she,
doesn’t matter,only free,free,freedom
does and what would you care for ?
To dance to the songs of the wind and rain,
to just let go and insane.
To think of nothing but peace,
to enjoy nothing but the universe,
everything is something
and beauty is in all,
oh! beauty,beauty,wish i can be lost,
forever,so that i never
need to face the dusted earth
so that i needn’t fight or lose face,
but then all those are you too,
and oH! beauty,
i am breathless,how can you?
How can you?
haunt me like night long nails?
how can you tickle me with feathers?
how can you say good is bad
and bad is good?
how can you lead me ,
with a trust into a never ending race?
Why so ,why so,is it wrong to like
you beauty?Or are you a little devil
in whom i find pleasure like whole of humanity,
what oh! love what it is,
take me to a girl and i want to see
you in her,
i want to be set free,at least let me
escape from your hands,
yet let not,for i crave for your
lust,oh! beauty,i want your love,
i want to reach heavens,
in a matter of seconds,
i want to reign with glory,
on this lifeless body,
i want to imitate your story,
and ape your beauty,
for i too am beauty
but my glory has lead me blind
and i can’t see.
Open my locks,oh! you sweet,
open my heart and it be free,
i don’t like this life among humanity,
all i want is you beauty,
oh! love take me,free me,
save me,
all I wish is that i will be
as you are,beautiful and profound,
i want to reach for the stars
as if it were my life,
i want to hate man more,
so that i can dance to the score.
OH! beauty be yourself,
take me along
let us enchant,
i want to be with you,
take me,take me,
set me free,
i want peace,
and let my assassin be you,
beauty! i love you beauty!
Order and beauty-contest
August 3, 2008 § 16 Comments
First the last week’s winners… It was a tie between Sameera and Manoj 🙂 Congratulations you two !! 🙂
Now for this week’s contest:-
Beauty and Order are the words.Using these two words write a poem/story/prose. If you want you can use the pictures below to complete your writing 🙂
The contest is open till Friday 6:00 pm ISD.After which there will be a poll to decide the winner 🙂
All the best everyone 🙂
the pictures:-
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1…2….3
July 28, 2008 § 9 Comments
Time to get creative 🙂 Below are three pictures,write a story/poem involving all three.No word limits.There will be a poll,after the contest closes…so give it your best shot.
Dead line:-30/07/08,5 PM IST.
And for those of you who like to add something more,you can add one more photo of your choice(from anywhere in the web) to complete your entry 🙂
All the best!
P.S:- this is the first time i am trying something like this.This is a contest ,so that you give it your best shot,it is not for rating anyone as a good writer or a bad one.
water on the flower
July 25, 2008 § 10 Comments
You see water ,after a shower on top of this flower.Now the plant of course uses water for its growth,but it can’t ‘drink’ the water on its petals or flowers.Similarly earth needs us humans.Yet even though we might add beauty to earth with our civilization,we are like water on a flower.When a new dawn comes everything will be destroyed and the flower will keep its own peace.
We humans are from a rain,a rain of some sort,which throws living things into the world.Someday we will go back to our origin,who knows where it is? But when we do go back home,we will be a warrior,who went to battle time and we will have the sweet memories to cherish.We will also have look forward to coming back to earth,so that to humanity we can do something.Or we might just turn up as something else and be on the lap of mother earth again.
Whatever we are and whatever we will be,
is just temporary,
so for all the ups and downs,
and sad past counts,
remember that you longed for here,
and like earth there is no place better.
For in love as in hate
and in hate as in love,
there is only one thing and
everything else is an illusion…
the light shines the brightest 