A soul satisfying flower called rose

A rose…is a rose….is a rose

Said Bard….& he was & he will be always right!

When a rose blooms in the garden….all other flowers…pale in comparison

It isn't fair to other flowers yes…. But rose is a flower which stands out effortlessly …unintentionally ….

It is a season of roses in our terrace garden….

Reds…oranges…yellow….peach….pinks….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Many words have been written …

Many quote are there…

Many poems about roses are found…

 

But this morning …I found these words…which are absolutely ….perfect…

 

A rose is an argument …

It proclaims….the triumph of beauty over brutality…

Of gentleness over violence …

Of the ephemeral over the lasting …

Of the universal over the particular …

The same rose bursts into bloom in Bangalore ( I changed the city name)…

And elsewhere …..

Quote by Alain Meilland

Such apt words …..

 

I would simply say ….do yourself a favour… Grow a rose…& feel good!

This post is for @vijayashankara….who loves roses

 

Random thoughts

 

 

Birds…..

Are eternally free….

We…

Caged….

Forever ….

 

Why is it so…I often think…

Many answers…

But the one I believe….

Birds…live on their own terms…not answerable to any one….to each his/her own…

Not so with us…we live in a mayhem called society…

Try whatsoever ….we can't break the shackles….somehow somewhere we get stuck!

Whenever I see a bird floating high up in those blue skies…a persistent thought…is

I wish I could do that….

To be free…

 

White blossoms

Like any other day…

An evening drive…

And

You spot these delicate wild flowers…

In bunches…

For a stretch…

Their delicate fragrance….

Filling up the…

Evening air…

Someone said it right…

The best part of wildflowers….is they are found…

In the most unexpected places…

When one…least expect it

 

 

 

 

 

 

Appreciate it while it lasts…

Tomorrow it may not be there

 

Mayflowers

“Among the changing months, May stands confest

The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.”

– James Thomson

What is MAY….

Without…mayflowers …

This year….its mayflowers galore….

They are everywhere …. Cities …towns …villages…highways …& forests…

Enjoyed them…to heart content…

 

 

 

Each time ….the frame …filled up with these red blossoms…

As far as your eyes see…they were there….

A few more weeks…they will be gone…

Their last glimpse …will be those orangish red petals….covering up the streets…

 

Then….

Shall wait for the next Spring …

When these blossoms…will fill up the skies

 

Dusk..&ducks

When the silence….in oneself…becomes unbearable ..

When the quietness around…gets on one's nerves…

Best therapy I have found….is to spend some time with a group of ducks!

They are funny…they are goofy….they are noisy….they are gregarious …..

But strangely…all their quacks…..yodelling ….cooing…is soothing

A paradox of sort…

Calming …despite the noise…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the dusk fell…as the lights changed…as the hush of night descended…

There was a strange peace…inside me…

Tried to find a word…to describe …

I couldn't …

 

Some things are best felt…perhaps

 

Lotus and her abode

There are flowers…

 

And then there is lotus…

 

Often…think…what makes it so exquisitely beautiful…

 

Although…I ain't got any answer….

 

But….the fact that she blossoms….out of muddy…marshy pond….almost unstained….

And…above those waters….she stands tall…with a beaming glitter…is what makes her so likeable …

 

 

 

 

While on a high way…a pit stop…I will never miss…is…a lotus pond….

Floating round leaves….pinkish flowers…almost always in a quiet sorrounding…except for a few ripples…here and there…

A lotus pond …is a sight to behold