Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

I can't write a poem.

I can’t write a poem tonight,
I went outside and took some pictures,
And my right shoulder is aching.
I can’t write a poem tonight,
My brain is too full: I’d rather
Write something really really (really) long,
So that people know what I’m thinking about—
Not that that’s interesting; who I’m thinking about
Would be more enticing to read
And to know, quite frankly.
I can’t write a poem tonight
Because pouring myself out would be so much easier
Than freezing myself into short lines
(They read like stubble, not a long, flowing beard.)
You should know that you’re the one
Who made me want to capture in prose again
You’re almost like a plucked marigold flower—
It hurts a lot, but you still love helping people;
And sometimes it hurts me that you’re hurting.
I can’t write a poem tonight,
I’m thinking about you:
Not that I mind.
~Vruta Gupte.

Sunday, 24 July 2016

Blackdust.

BLACKDUST.

Darkness,
Black.
Unyielding.
Look around,
What do you see?
No floodlights
To save you this time
As you put your hand
Out over the edge of
The cliff; no candles
To burn the letters from me
You wish to hide.
No mist to
Lose yourself in,
Vanish, with a
Flourish of your cape, from
Time.
There is nothing
You can lean on,
Nothing to
Set you free;
No clouds to scream at,
No storms but 
The one within yourself, are you
Sure you will not listen
To me?  I will tell you tales
Of a land not far away from
Here, that you will go to one day—so
Keep walking, even if there are
No floodlights
To save you this time
No candles 
To burn my letters
No mist
To hide away in;
A land where you can wish
For the orange sunrise and you will see it,
You can wish for yellow cornfields and 
Run past them 
You can build your own
House in the sunlight,
You can rub your eyes in the morning, and say,
“I have arrived,”
Go on, my friend, there are
Many doors you have not yet opened,
Many people you have not met,
Many things you have not seen;
There is far more to life, far more to
Believing
Than this moment in Time when you
Want to run away
From this smoke in the air that you
Would rather not breathe,
You must lead—for only
Then I will follow you
Out of the dust and 
Into space; finally
We will be free.

~Vruta Gupte (2016).

Friday, 11 April 2014

Flowers III

I took this yesterday.  The pinkish-sepia tinge I got when I put them in yellow light makes them look even more beautiful.


Flowers on my dresser









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Thursday, 27 March 2014

More Flowers!

So in my post 'My Experiments With Gardening', I said I'd explain the system we use to water the plants in our garden.

Here goes...

The system basically uses capillary action to ensure that plants get enough water to last them for a day or two.  You get special Water Smart Pots divided into two parts--one-fifth of the pot is a chamber for storing water and the rest is for soil.  The two parts are connected by a porous membrane so that plants' roots can take up water from the soil.

You pour water into the tank through a pipe attached to the pot...



...And as soon as the tank is full, excess water comes out through a small hole near the base of the pot.



Then you get these beautiful flowers....




(This one isn't from our garden--but I just had to put it in here.)





Ta-da!  

See y'all on the next post!





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Tuesday, 25 March 2014

My Experiments With Gardening

So I was watering the plants in our garden on Sunday and thought I would click some photos.  It'd been a long time before I'd actually gone outside to get some fresh air.

Here they are!  The beauties...(I mean the plants, not the photos.  Big smirk.)



What is this called?  Weed?

Basil Flowers

Poor dried flowers

I don't know what this is either...

Roses are red...



We have a very unique watering system installed in our terrace, but more on that in another post!  Cheers and thank you for reading!




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