My interpretation of magic in the form of art.
Please do spare my childlike spirit of art. But these days I’m very much in the zone of painting.
With the word magic I could think of only this, where the green represents the earth and blue the sky or space. With the tiny specks of blue in one and chunks of greens in the other it represents harmony to me; and, hence magic in harmony.
…and the shiny chandelier was hanging from the ceiling like thousand pieces of broken stars had been intricately woven into a piece of art that emitted light and showed beauty in them.
Whenever and wherever I see these beautiful vibrant red leaf plants I’m surrounded by a fog of nostalgia. It reminds me of a very soon – to approach Christmas. The reds, greens and tiny dots of yellows, forms a very easy combination of a Christmas time, and immediately gushes me with the warm memories of a past Christmas.
As a child, our school would close for winter vacation around the 20th or 23rd of December. Before going on a long vacation, each one of us would take time to neatly tear a blank sheet of paper and draw (at the best) our own interpretation of Christmas.
That would be our Christmas cards; although, in the later years making of cards were substituted with buying read made cards.
Where my artists friends drew candles and cakes, I drew these red and green leaves with golden balls at the center. I don’t know what made them smile, but looking at their happy faces I felt happy, too.
At home these plants used to stay in a nice big pot. With the arrival of Christmas, Mr Red And Green Plant used to get a complete make over. I, along with the entire gang of siblings, used to decorate the plant with colourful streamers and balloons. On Christmas eve, we loved bursting and playing with those balloons. Of course, the streamers were spared as they would be reused the next time.
Like a million stars;
Wandering in the galaxy.
My soul, an eternal entity;
Has journeyed a thousand times.
And yet, travel ten thousand times more.
When I become one;
Did I learn anything?
Is my quest over, yet?
Or will I travel another mile?
Or will I go on another quest?
Inspired by the weekly photo challenge: Quest
I was at this small lake where I saw many ducks. It seemed, they were having fun… doing what they love doing – swimming. It was nice watching them perform their daily chores with much glee and chuckles.
At one corner, I saw these two fellas performing a wonderful duet. I watched them silently at first, then smiled at whatever they were trying to do and then went for my camera. All work and no play could make anyone dull. So I think, they must have been playing their version of Simon Says. Thanks God! I had my big camera to capture this hilarious moment of my life and a playful moment of theirs.
Sometimes lonesome can stand for one. However, it can also stand for being an individual as well. As I see a – single – bird flying up in the sky, I not only see it being alone but I see it enjoying its freedom, enjoying the space which has no bounds and in this enjoyment I see it becoming one with its creator.
But then comes togetherness, which also is a form of oneness, and that oneness – shows unity and in it lies singularity too . Unity again brings only one idea to my mind and that is number one. Being together in oneness not only brings forth additional beauty of anything but also demonstrates its strength and power. I see oneness in unity as it exhibits not only its own courage to stand together but also shows the manifestation of its creator with whose help it puts itself on display.
One day, on my way back from work I saw a tiny creation. It was a tiny peepal or bodhi tree. It stood there with dignity on some mud which was invisible to my eyes. Its green leaves fluttered in the breeze. To me, it seemed as if it was conveying the message of its joyous existence.
A few days back I was going through a difficult time, but then everything had turned out to be better. This tiny speck of life was reflecting my state of mind and needed a well deserved attention – at least from me. So instead of taking a selfie, I just took its picture for remembrance sake.
It reminded me, that nothing is impossible… that there will always be some hope. It showed me that hope will reap some kind of creation. It reminded me that every creation born will only become another’s source of inspiration. Once found inspiration, there will be, every reason to be inspired in life to do anything.
In everyone’s life comes a day when things don’t go as desired and you desperately hope for it to change.It was on such day when I had taken this photo. I was tensed and depressed. My body reflected my state of mind as my shoulders had drooped down and my eyes were only making eye contact with the ground. After some time as I was walking and looking down I saw these bright flowers along the pathway. Looking at these flowers I felt that my lips were no longer tensed, and… still, unwillingly I was wearing a faint smile.
It was a moment to click a photo. After clicking I stood there as I gazed at these flowers and the coarse path. I realized that no matter how coarse the path be, there will be some bright flowers on some side of the pathway – ready to make you smile. It then becomes our choice – to look at it or ignore it; to smile at it or frown at it.
bright flowers along a coarse path