flowers

in the language of the moon

Read it in this moon-lit night what the sun told before he left!

[From my roof]

cradle of life

When the Sun fell in love with green -the Earth was born.

still there is time...

Still there is time. Tell me what is still not told -the secret of
this light seeking to see through my eyes! Tell me before being
completely erased in darkness.

leaves in search of a flower

my untold words

Still they remain unspoken –my untold words. What is that I want to
tell but I can not? I do not know even but if ever it would be told –I
would be an uttered person with a defined meaning.
Till then I will wait seeking light for an opening and unfolding

Meenashi Temple, Madurai, India

This photo was taken a year ago.

The gigantic temple complex, the statues exploring the entire range of
human emotions, everything here is larger than life. The Meenakshi
temple complex is a city temple - one of the largest and certainly one
of the most ancient. According to legend Madurai is the actual site
where the wedding between Shiva and Meenakshi took place. The soaring
and exquisitely carved towers enclose the temple dedicated to
Meenakashi.
The temple city of Madurai is situated at a distance of 307 miles
south of Madras on the main railway line. This is decidedly the oldest
city of South India, truly representing Dravidian culture. European
scholars have compared it to Athens of Greece. It was in the past the
seat of the Tamil Academy (the Tamil Sangam) .... It is estimated that
there are 33 million carvings in the Madurai temple. The temple stands
in the centre of the town and main roads run roughly parallel to the
four sides. A writer has described the architecture as follows: The
architecture is almost purely Dravidian - its characteristics being
the pyramidal towers of colossal height dominating the surrounding
landscape for miles around; the rectangular enclosures one within the
other like a China box; the use of the flat roof and the entire
absence of the arch or dome; delicate sculpture worked in ponderous
material, and finally a partiality for long galleries interspersed
with sculptured pillars.

my bare thoughts

Assurance

When there is darkness all around and confusion has blurred even the
hints of all the possibilities-the assurance is of my Lord comes out
from my hidden and silent heart...

Devabrata-friend of Dyuman

Devabrata is Dyuman's soul's friend.
But there are differences between them. Dyuman is harsh while
Devabrata is soft. Dyuman likes to think. Devabrata loves to dream.
Dyuman relies on experience from life. Devabrata tells that life does
not teach us, life prepares us.
Devabrata is senior to Dyuman only by two days. The earlier photo of
Dyuman was taken just two days after the photo of Devabrata.
I think that it is essential to know Devabrata to understand Dyuman.

I have been tagged - shadow of Dyuman

I have been tagged by my friend bubblegumgirlz.
I have been tagged earlier also like other unfortunate Flickr-friends
. I have been asked by my friend to tag five others as a part of this
game. This is the unfortunate part that I have to tag some who may
feel it not comfortable (like me) to come out. But I am rendered
helpless by my friend bubblegumgirlz!
1. My birth month is July and I'm a cancerian
2.My first love is reading and the next is writing
3.I do not like photography much contrary to people's belief.
4.Religiosity -I dislike most.I believe that the days of religions are
gone. The God appears now to be too great to be defined in the
conventional systems of religions.
5.I believe in One-World.
6.Like all the normal people I love my wife, son and my daughter and
they also enjoy my presence.
7.I am very shy especially with the women folk.
8.I was chain smoker a year ago as it was my first love. I quitted it
and still not feeling well without it. I have never taken alcohol in
my life.
9.I like Tagore-songs very much. Once I knew almost all the 2500 odd of them.
10.My good wishes to you all.
Namaste.

shadow reveals

You can see a thing in light and you can in shadow also.
Sometimes the shadows reveal the truth that is hidden in light.
I know that you do not like to take it for granted. So would you
please tell me that whether I can be better represented through my
photograph? You will miss my mind in my photo and perhaps you will
misread me.

Love

my painted corner

I was born in a beautiful place-Ranchi in the then Bihar of India.
Ranchi was favourite of the English people for its natural beauty and
climate. It was the summer capital of the governer of Bihar.
Ranchi was not a wet place like Bengal. So whenever I came to Calcutta
in my childhood I became sad. There was no tree in Calcutta no forest,
no brook near it-and no hyena roaming around in the city street in the
night. Their was no fear and no delight! So I wanted to return to my
birthplace.
I can not return to Ranch now as none can return to one's childhood!
It has never been possible for me then to love Bengal and love my adulthood!
I was long lost in the forest of Ranchi.

From the train

While returning from Southern India this image was taken by my
daughter from the train. The train was passing through Andhra
Pradesh-a province of India. We were returning from Chennai.

only a rose

clouds all over

the day was just waiting to bid adieu

I love every day as it will never come back again in the same way. At
the time it will leave forever -it will carry with it all my emotions
and passions.
I feel for it as I have my life lived in its time!
It will leave in silence along with the sun after a few moments.

I will be still waiting -only to hear it singing my life in the tunes
of the chirping crickets when the stars will appear one after another.

full moon tonight

"tumi robe nirobe hridoye mamo
nibiro nibhrita purnima nishithini samo..."
- Rabindranath Tagore

You are there in my heart silent and alone
like the moon in full moon night...

inner and outer

The outer is the shadow of the inner. That is just the opposite of our belief.
For the inner vastness- it's possible to see with awe at the vast
spread of a sea. The sky above achieves its space only for our
infinite consciousness.
When we smell the fragrance of a flower we smell our own yearning-our own self.
When we love someone -we touch our inner soul.

my unspoken words

My words, throughout my life never have carried the true expression of
my self. Whatever I uttered was far from what I liked to say and that
blurred expression hid me behind it.

So here are the true words-read it for my sake.

Cedars of Shimla

Deodar (Cedar)
"The Deodar wants to stay alone,
Searching always in the sky,
For the star that once shone!
Go away, please go away,
Leave me alone with my cones,
Let the bristles of my luck sting me,
Till there is power in my bones!"

sunset from Kanya Kumari-South India

In Kanyakumari -the extreme southern point of India-three seas
meet-Bay of Bengal, Indian Ocean and Arab Sea. So it's a vast opening!
There is temple seen inside the sea. It is built on a rock. Swami
Vivekananda -an Indian Hindu monk (and a disciple of Sri Ramakrishna-a
great saint) meditated on this rock after swimming across the sea.
Later a temple was built there -called Vivekananda Rock Temple.

River Yamuna-the tears of love!

I took this shot of the river Yamuna from the side of the Taj. It's a
remarkable river that has been the witness of human and divine love
through history and legend. The river contributed much to the ethos
of Indian people and their history.

Legend:
Whenever Srimati Radhika sees the rich blue hue of the Yamuna, She
immediately remembers Her beloved Syamasundara. The Yamuna River
eternally flows in the spiritual world serving Sri Krsna's blissful
pastimes.
When Krsna appears in Bhauma Vrindavana, He enacts many exciting
pastimes in the Yamuna including dancing on the hoods of the demon
Kaliya, splashing water on His cowherd boyfriends, and swimming and
boat riding with His beloved gopis. For thousands of years devotees of
Lord Krsna have bathed in the sacred waters of the Yamuna River while
remembering Radha-Krsna's eternal pastimes and praying for mercy. It
is a tradition amongst Krsna bhaktas to first take a Yamunä bath at
Visrama Ghat in Mathura before entering Sri Krsna's sacred land of
Vrindavana.

History
Tragically those monument surroundings ultimately became Sha Jahan's
prison. His son, Aurangzeb, seized the throne and imprisoned his
father for the last eight years of his life. Legend maintains that
Shah Jahan spent his final years locked in the Agra Fort, gazing from
the Jasmine Tower of his marble palace, down the Yamuna River to the
Taj Mahal, the tomb of his beloved wife. Tended by Jahanara, his
eldest daughter, Shah Jahan was confined to the fort for eight years.
According to legend, when Shah Jahan was on his deathbed, he kept his
eyes fixed on the Taj Mahal where his beloved lies. After his death,
Shah Jahan was buried there beside his dead queen, Mumtaz Mahal. Their
love never separated them in life, miseries and finally in death. Taj
Mahal synonymous with Mumtaz Mahal remains the eternal monument for
their everlasting love.

my forest

" Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father."

profile of a fort

This is Agra Fort.
But this is a cropped portion of the original photograph. I have
cropped it to see how it looks in this view as a profile of a woman
sometime seems to be more beautiful than her face.

outcast

For some days the Internet was missing for fibre-optic cable fault. So
I sought for a presence of someone who could be a friend of mine.
And I found it---an outcast who has been living alone abandoned by
all. So I went to him and offer my hand of friendship.
"Friendship? What is this?"
"It's a relation-warm relation!" -I told him.
"Oh ! relation? But I have been absolutely related to someone and
think of nothing and none now"-he replied.
"Who is that one-you are deeply related to?" I asked.
"My alone self."-he replied.