PASSING BY.. I pass by a beautiful Rose shrub on my walk. The pale pink colour of the roses are a feast to my eyes. I see the fully bloomed flowers which of course push me to some kind of ecstasy. Then i see the buds which have their own distinct beauty. They will bloom in their own sweet time and pace. No one can force them to bloom. The processess will take place on their own and at the right time they blossom. I pass by a delicate creeper which rests on the tree. Looks like it is mutual. Then there is the proud Parijaata whose flowers shed on the earth. There is something a sort of a bestowing character to this tree. Sorta of which says.. I am divine, and yet i am bestowing my grace on you earthly mere mortals. I said.. Parijaata, you and your arrogance !! haha ! May be it is justified with such divine fragrance and love that it carries :) Then the exuberant Crysanthemum short shrubs.. These i feel are kinda restless, just about waiting to burst forth. The leaves suggest that deep exuberance. And the flowers.. dont ask !!! They have this deep grilling joy about them. The humble hibiscus bloom at their pace.. and they seem glorious and lazy. I must be imagining things :)
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 04:09:57 +0000
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