Darkness melts away,
in the warm glow of a candle light.
Silence then rises and fills the space.
Everything fades away to a place where,
existent becomes non-existing
and non-existent dances in a smoke of life.
In a while all that remains in the blank space is
not even me.
Everything then becomes silent peace….
Check out other entries for the photo challenge: Silence
Since it’s mid November it also means Christmas is coming. With the Christmas arriving, one cannot escape these beautiful red and green foliage of poinsettias. They automatically remind me of Christmas with there reds, greens and yellows.
The spirit of Christmas should be everlasting in one’s heart; however, the day is not. Similarly these red leaves too, are temporary. I try to enjoy them till they last. I do get sad, when the leaves turn completely green and wait for them to change their colours during its season time. I enjoy the temporary colours in their temporary moments with an everlasting joy.
Inspired to write for weekly photo challenge: Temporary
For the weekly photo challenge: Peek
How about a golden round mirror and a golden gramophone for some music?
A nice place to sit before it would have been standing.
Some pearls and crystals, for a lady to wear.
Delightful looking green gooseberries, always remind me of lemons. Very sour!
When I first saw this flower, I marveled at it as it held beauty, simplicity and attractiveness all together. I thought that the vibrant blue spikes in the center against the creamy background of the petals looked very striking.
Hydrangea to me is a round ball of tiny flowers. It’s a bouquet in itself.
This post is for the weekly photo challenge: Rounded
Running, round and round my dreams;
A time came, when darkness and negativity circled me.
I wanted to give up.
But the feeble light of hope shouted,
“Don’t Give Up!”
“Don’t give up, yet.”
Not a photo but a drawing.
Feet n Hand
I had drawn this a few days back. I found it apt for this photo prompt (scale) and so thought of sharing it.
“Whether you live in a city or a small town, and whether you drive a car, take the bus or ride a train, at some point in the day, everyone is a pedestrian.” Anthony Foxx
window to the sky
I was sitting inside a restaurant and my eyes caught sight of this small little thing. I wanted to click it. But I was confused if it was inside the window or outside. A careful gaze helped me in ascertaining that it was inside the place.
It kept on dashing against the window thinking it’ll make its way out to the open sky. Poor thing! It was late, but it did find its way out after a lot of flapping around. I couldn’t blame it, as the window seemingly opened into the clear sky.
Layered is always hidden. What you see in the exterior may or may not be the same in its interior.
I wonder, how many petals are layered in there cozily.
I wonder, how many layers of time is hidden in the desert, and only mother nature can turn it upside down like an hour glass but till when shall it remain silent. Or is it silent at all, in the inside as well.
I wonder, if at all the layers of this gigantic mountain can be peeled off, and if so, how much time and effort will go on the part of humans and how much on the part of mother nature.
Sometimes waiting is hard, boring and long and sometimes it is rather short and enjoyable.
…waiting for the sun
…waiting for the flower
…waiting in anticipation for the play to begin
but some things need no waiting.
Life seems delightful as we enjoy each moment — waiting or not waiting.