One Summer Day in Life of Queen Anne Lace

Queen Anne Lace swaying in the cool summer breeze~ Lafayette, IN 

 

Like Queen Anne Lace looks at the cloud~ Lafayette, IN

 

Who’s tallest? ~ Lafayette, IN

Ode to Gulmohar / Flamboyan Trees

Like these leaves

You

Make me fall in love

Over

&

Over again

Bayamon, Puerto Rico

And, my cheeks

blossom

like these orange leaves

when I heard you

calling my name

Bayamon, Puerto Rico

 

I fall

Like these leaves

Over and Over Again

Everywhere

Note: All pictures were taken by me in wonderful summer in Puerto Rico. 

It has been long!

Calm~~Can we be anxiety free ever? Maybe not! 

December Delight

Some Clicks – December is Delightful Sometimes

Lovely Purple Flower - Purple Reminds me of Sakambari

Lovely Purple Flower – Purple Reminds me of Sakambari

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose  Reminds me of the story - "A Rose for Emily"

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose
Reminds me of the story – “A Rose for Emily”

Love is so so so very precious. It gives you warmth, strength and power to smile in any hardship.

Love is so so so very precious. It gives you warmth, strength and power to smile in any hardship.


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Autumn – I can’t wait

One of my loveliest seasons – Autum – This season brings me out to enjoy the colors of nature around – it makes me fall into love time and again with flowers, artistic nature providing me aesthetic pleasure – the bliss 🙂

How my rosy cheeks over your touch resembles this Peach Blossom -- :)

How my rosy cheeks over your touch resembles this Peach Blossom — 🙂

 

How you stand distinct among thousand souls ?

How you stand distinct among thousand souls ?


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Shiny November Sometimes

Sometimes there is no rain in November– No matter how desperate I am for the rain ~ I control myself. But suddenly the shiny flowers over my terrace lightened me up, brought a smile in my face and pushed my desperation at the end. Here are some clicks …

I shine bright with the sunlight

 

Soothes my eyes..

Whats amazing for me is how these bee suck the nectar from the flowers to produce honey? Are we humans doing the same thing? Why aren’t we able to produce honey? Why we fail most of the times in life? Are we not much hardworking like these bees?

You leave me like you never suck the nectar out of me

 

My generosity has its own limits –yet again I feel helpless at times..

 

Cloudy Clouds

Feels like it is yesterday, when Ama taught to look at the clouds and imagine shapes, ice cream, Sunkeshari rani, the beast, cat, dog, cycle, pretty frock… All those imaginations! How lovely were those childhood moments? Bliss!

And during the night.. Ama said look up to the sky and see how the stars are glowing ..they are Saptarishis , one is dhurba tara..

Small tiny eyes that stared at the sky, clouds, rainbow has grown big ! Now, imagination are replaced by dreams. Now, these eyes dream.

Watching clouds is my favorite hobby ~ inherent — or hereditary 🙂

 

“The virgin cloud/ Young and Vibrant / Till it gets impregnated / With heavy aqua
Happy it seems/ But with thunder /Abortion Happens / -Rain falls”

 

The Evening Cloud is like a bride ~~

 

 

As the day grows, I bright up like a bride – let me look at the mirror and shine – I have to move towards the night to meet my groom in the next sky . ( Pic by Om at Bhakatapur )

 

A new category in coffee house … Viewfinder 🙂