Notice The Pretty Patterns (#WordlessWednesdays)

Learning To Appreciate Blessings (#WordlessWednesdays)

Tiny, Essential Pleasures (#WednesdayWisdom)

Tiny Pleasures

So it’s very simple really.

I’ve discovered that of all things, what the human system most needs is rest.

If you’re spinning round and round, just take a little time for you.

Don’t pack in a vacation or an experience or an activity.

It’s time to BE.

 

Feel the softness of life,

Feel the essential sweet touch of each day,

And come away grateful and renewed,

Ready to dance in the world again!

A Life in Flower

Where is Life to be found?

Out in the world, in the melee,

Or is it still a full life,

If it’s books and flowers and the sun,

That you choose? 

Cool Blue Comfort (#WordlessWednesdays)

Dreaming of Pink…

a-dream-of-pink

A Dream of Pink

Who will notice the light on the flowers,
But for the quiet ones?
Who will think of the green we need,
But for the dreamy ones?

Why then is the world tilted loud?
Why doesn’t love trump fear?

When will the healing come?

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A Profusion of Pink (#WordlessWednesdays)

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That Essential Focus (#WordlessWednesdays) 

The Hummingbird Haikus

Hummingbird flower

Hummingbird Flowers (By Radhika Mukherjee)

 

We steal hummingbird flowers,

For the Gods.

Wings flutter in question…

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Flowers bend and sway,

Hummingbirds divebomb the other,

Sunshine flutters.

I Want To Be A Lotus! (#WordlessWednesdays)

I Want To Be a Lotus

I Want To Be a Lotus By Radhika Mukherjee

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Video 2 of the Real Beauty Series is now live! It’s a lovely moment of mindfulness, with swaying boughs laden with flowers!

Watch: The Beautiful Sway Of Flowers In The Wind (Real Beauty Series, 2)

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A Time To Shine (#WordlessWednesdays)

White Shadow Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

White Shadow Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

 

Golden Summer Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

Golden Summer Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

 

Soft Moon Shine by Radhika Mukherjee

Soft Moon Shine by Radhika Mukherjee

Through The Thorns… (#WordlessWednesdays)

Through the Thorns

Through The Thorns…

Morning Walk Gift: Flower and Bee Macro

Sometimes, the simplest of equipment, the most basic of setups suffices to produce something marvelous.

Presenting: a phone camera macro, of a flower, a bee and even a tiny little golden ant!

The whorl of flowers seemed perfectly poised and then as I was taking the photo, this tiny feisty black bee landed on the petals and completely unconcerned about the giant with the phone filming the scene, it went about its vital job of nectar hunting!

It was amazing!

Found on a silver-golden morning walk.

The Flower And The Bee

The Flower And The Bee

The World Is In Bloom! #WordlessWednesdays

The World Is In Bloom

The World Is In Bloom

You and Me and Me and You

The Colour Of Love

The Colour Of Love

(Tomorrow, is a special day for me and my love, so sharing this personal poem with you!)

 

Within the tactility of you and me,

Within the dark cocoon of love,

Is a beat;

Counting out the moments,

Meting out the feelings,

With which we confront our realities.

 

It is a dance,

A contest,

And a race,

Where losing and winning,

Is interchangeable,

Indistinguishable from the other.

 

The skin tells the truth,

Does it welcome touch?

Or recoils?

The eyes tell the truth,

Do they soften,

Or turn away?

 

Trading poetry,

Trading jokes,

Scolding despair away,

We run away and to,

We sing in harmony or off,

But melt, melt into together!

 

And there’s always something,

A little out of reach…

The whole truth can never be seized.

Our two arcs intersect,

To send out sparks,

That bedazzle—

 

That beguile the mind into thinking,

This island of us is the whole world,

We to each other is all there is and will be.

But for this time,

For me,

That is the sweet truth.

 

The Twirling Moment

Summer Hibiscus

Summer Hibiscus

The pen connects me to the moment,

The ghost behind the mirror hums—

A most enticing tune.

 

Words blazing fire!

Every coat of fear that recedes,

Reveals a vibrant unknown me.

 

Memories preserved in pressed flowers,

The flowers know it is not time yet…

When the air feels safe, is when you can truly breathe.

 

So much hidden and beautiful,

So many paths to travel…

The bedrock of the self,

Quivers in delight,

Twirls to the heavy beat,

Of summer!

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Poetry in Purple

Purple flower

Flowers of the Monsoon

The world is sparkling in color with the rains. The greens are greener and fresher, tender. The air is humming with cool freshness. And the flowers! Wow! The flowers are so happy, they almost dance!

Here are a few flower photographs captured on evening/morning walks around the neighborhood. On these walks I breathe! And sun-hunt and flower-hunt ever so happily.

First come the serene, rain drenched whites:

Then skip up the pinks:

Yellows nod at you cheerily:

Royal red says, ‘Yes indeed, more monsoons please!’

And did I forget the cat? Here’s the serene cat I met, resting ever so trustingly on a parked car. She was very gracious about being photographed.

What have you enjoyed about your walks recently?