Flowers

They are autographs of angels, penned
In Nature's green-leaved book, in blended tints,
Borrowed from rainbows and the sunset skies,
And written everywhere--on plain and hill,
In lonely dells, 'mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God's
May read their silent, sacred mysteries.
Thank God for flowers! They gladden human hearts;
Seraphic breathings part their fragrant lips
With whisperings of Heaven.

Flowers, poem by Albert Laighton 

 

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Man and Nature

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

- Mother Teresa

Pure Pleasure

“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.”

- Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Splendour in the Grass

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me - I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Following Care along the dusty road,
Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
And now I fain would lie in this long grass
And close my eyes.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Journey

Songs of Nature

The poetry of the earth is never dead.
- John Keats

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life crawls slow, but green

carpet of green

Walls bloomed with moss - the aftereffect of rains.

the joy of a new begining

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
-Seneca

Flowers from here and there

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Song of The Flower by Khalil Gibran

Sunlight Art

Since last night I was voraciously reading Dan Brown's 'The Da Vinci Code'. All over the book, the author was so praising the artist that I thought 'is Da Vinci so great a painter?'.
Our very own Raja Ravi Varma is a great painter too. I loved his paintings so much. 'Shakuntala' was an exceptional piece from his brush.
There are the less-famous Isle T.Hable, and Priya with their beautiful creations.



But which one is the greatest I thought walking into the garden. There I saw the plants beautifully backlit by sunlight, exposing their brilliant shades of green. And as the sunlight fell on tender green grass it bloomed happily to its natural hues. There I got my answer.
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Butterfly

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,

The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!

- William Wordsworth, To A Butterfly

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Money Plant

It seems to me that we all look at nature too much, and live with her too little.

-Oscar Wilde

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During my childhood days, the money plant always fascinated me with its brilliant shades of green. A friend of mine has the plant in his backyard planted in a long-necked bottle with water.

Once while coming back from school, I found it growing wild by the road side. I picked up a small one and brought it home carefully. And planted it just as my friend did. I was happy seeing it grow for the next few days. But alas it stopped growing after that. The nice shades of green slowly turned pale yellow.

I was jealous seeing my friends plant that grew lush and happily climbed the kitchen grills. And as to my plant, it died a slow death, the reason I don't know why.

Today we have a few money plants that grew wild and happy in a silent corner of our compound wall.
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Wikipedia - Epipremnum aureum
The Hindu - Get rich with money plant

Blooming Buds

O Youth! with song and laughter,
Go not so lightly by.
Have pity, and remember,
How soon thy roses die.

-A. W. Peach

Palm Top

Red Hibiscus

Fresh Jasmine's

"And as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume."

-Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994)

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The First Jasmines - poem by Rabindranath Tagore

On The Top

Escaped the gardeners scissors today. But don't know what's in store for me tomorrow. So in the mean time let me take a glimpse of the world around me.

God - The Greatest Painter

"Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into."

-Henry Ward Beecher