Vision of a tree
Accept nature’s mandate.
Grow where planted.
Use available resources.
Follow nature’s clock.
Sing nature’s song.
Bend and mend.
Protect natural selection.
Tolerate the hard.
Stay healthy strong.
Live to the fullest.
Make farewell useful.
Give what receive.
Neither movable,
Nor immovable.
It’s the us time
which gives me strength,
to drift alone.
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जिंदगी का मरकज़ चीज़े नहीं हुआ करती।
चंद लम्हें हैं, जो लौ जलाये रखते हैं।
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.~ Ernest Hemingway,
Memories
Check the storage protocol,
more often.
Decompose,
the surplus.
Make room for
tiny productive details.
Pollinate happiness.
Don’t be a beast of burden.
Be(e) an architect.
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Note: A bumblebee can visit (and help pollinate) 3,000 flowers a day.
I can be a pillow, shed a tear or two in pain.
I can be a gentle breeze, feel happy in vain.
I offer you my shoulder to lean.
But
I refuse being
part of the crowd,
just a cheerleader.
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उसको ग़म में मेरी मौजूदगी गवारा न थी,
बहारों में मैंने उसका साथ छोड़ दिया
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A few grains,
when hungry.
A few drops,
when thirsty.
A little allopreening,
when bonding.
Minimalism completes
the circle of life.
Do I have a lensball?
Do I have a macro lens?
Do I have a tripod?
NO.
Is my photo perfect?
No.
A decent shot
makes me happy.
Perfection is an illusion.
Let’s rejoice in little achievements.
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माँ ने इक उम्र पति के ऐबों को छुपाते गुज़ार दी,
बेटियाँ अपना पति अपने पिता की तरह “perfect” नहीं,
इस एहसास-ए-कमतरी में गुज़ार रही हैं।
– रुपाली
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P.S. This morning I saw water droplets at the end of the pothos leaves, which is also called guttation. That happens through water glands or hydathodes on the tip of the pothos leaf, which release the water.
A tiny drop or two.
Shining with beauty.
The leftover from
morning rains.
Ordinary for many.
Little miracles
go unnoticed.
But not these.
My everyday adventures.
A new adventure.
Container gardening.
Dirty hands.
A happy soul.
Leaf bud emerging.
Showing hope.
Tendrils trickle gently.
Stabalise the “not so” tiny plants.
Climb for support.
Each new day shows the essence of our bonding.
We are growing together 😊
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A beautiful deciduous Azalea Soir de Paris, my most delicate and scented purplish pink flowers with an orange blotch and darker lines are blooming happily. We enjoy the scent even on the terrace. Life is beautiful 😊
In every form,
tree never fails,
to make me smile.
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