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
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.
A structure of faith. Outside every Buddhist monastery I’ve seen these small stone structures. The first time I saw it, I was really amazed at it.
A structure in nature’s work. I was caught by this leaf as it was flushing with colour red and it’s veins reminded me of human veins (just using a bit of my exaggerated imagination, here )… red flowing with blood, energy and life.
An edible structure…ready to be devoured.
A man made structure that has seen much of time, and yet it stands.
And yet another structure created at the hands of nature.
In the end, a beautiful structure — a flower, that always makes my heart smile… no matter how the days are.
A forest reminds me of all the elements of nature, even fire.
A plant — to me, reminds me of all the elements of nature, except for fire, I guess… at least, not in my garden.
A running river — a symbol of water — stands as one of the most powerful elements of nature after fire.
A ball of fire, but kept at a safe distance from us.
Air — wind, they stay invisible and can only be seen when the trees and leaves flutter or clouds drift away. Of course, even this could show us its temper sometimes.