Yellow to me is a magical colour – the dust sparkles of a fairy. Forget fairytales in a gloomy weather a bright yellow colour of traffic light or t-shirt or mug is enough to cheer me up. Any flower has the power to bring smile to our faces but not like a yellow sunflower. Yellow to me stands for happiness, energy, positivity, warmth, sun, halo, enlightenment and gold (how can I miss that). I always carry a yellow smiley ball in my bag. Firstly it reduces stress if I have any during the day and secondly I just like to take it out and smile at it.
A bunch of yellows to enjoy.
Yellow and black
golden yellows and velvety reds
yellow christmas ball
Give him Chocolates for he is sweet
Give him Good Food for he loves to eat
Give him a Pen for it will sit in his chest pocket
Give him Flowers for he adds a smile to my life
We were sitting on a bench by the pond. There were water lilies – pink and white – that had lifted up from the water. The gentle breeze touched their soft petals and guided their sweet fragrance to us. There were some ducks by the pond. They were busy soaking themselves in water. Ripples were added to the water as they swam.
My hands fit perfectly in your hands. Its warmth gave life to my soul. My head found a nice resting place on your shoulder – strong, yet fragile. I wished for this day to continue forever like a circle…never ending and always going.
From somewhere two cranes flew and landed by the pond. They were lost or so it seemed. But they didn’t care as they were lost…lost in each other. And all they cared for – were each other.
The sun, glowed a mild orange glow and the birds were flying back home. We got up and just like the birds started walking towards our home…our hands still tied together.
Nothing could separate us; nothing would separate us. We were at the final steps of our lives. We had seen it all and there was nothing we feared…except, for the fear of losing our souls.
Walking, we were, when all of sudden a lamppost stood in front of us trying to block our paths…trying to separate us into two. I didn’t lose your gentle grasp. Walking past the lamppost, with a soft smile on my face I said, “I will never leave you.” “I know,” he said. I could see my smile reflecting in his eyes as they twinkled with love for me. Now we were lost like the two cranes for eternity. We were lost in each other’s eyes and just like the cranes… we had no concern for our surroundings. We were locked in time and space in each other’s eyes.
For this week’s photo challenge, “Twinkle” – I bring twinkle with a dash of glow n glitter.
Father you are my light, you are my soul
Make me glow like an orange ball
Never let me die, become a black hole.
Father you are the light, you are all
Let your goodness twinkle in my eyes
For times dark or bright, let your blessings always sparkle my life.
Chilly winter breeze
Soft morning glow to please
Warm woolens caressing the bodies
Cozy warmth of the house
Comfortable leather chair to sink into
Hot coffee in hand
Christmas songs playing in the background
Days come and go
Soon it will be Christmas time
Then a sweet farewell to the old year
Will mark the beginning of a new year
I want everything –
Sun, moon and stars,
Sapphire, rubies and gold,
Money lots of it, to buy it all.
Then, I realize that I can’t buy everything,
So I want nothing.
As desires are hard to get rid of,
It seems I still want a few things –
Cheerful smiles, friendly hugs, token of love,
Beauty sleep, healthy food to eat and a protective den to keep me safe.
Nothing – a problem, as you don’t have a thing.
Everything too is a problem, as ego seeps in.
With the ever growing desires dwelling in mind,
Contentment is always hard to find.
Blogging – my sweet home and its people my friends and family.
Blogging – my growing community of circle.
Blogging – an addiction that I find hard to resist.
Blogging – a habit that has helped me to grow everyday.
Blogging – a life support system introducing me to varied topics/people from all across the globe.
Blogging – something that I enjoy.
Blogging – my absence, leaves me guilty.
Blogging – my crystal globe.
Blogging – a kaleidoscope of different colours and patterns.