The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

See where this picture was taken. [?]

~ Rabindranath Tagore

A view of the Rabindranath Tagore statue in front of the Asian Centre at the University of British Columbia. (Metro Vancouver/University Endowment Lands, BC, Canada)

(Part of Guess Where Vancouver, Jun. 3/2008)

"man has intrinsic delight in the act of creation " - Rabindranath Tagore

shot @ kumartuli , kolkata

lens info :50mm prime , f\1.8

"I do not want to die in this beautiful world,

But live in the hearts of men,

And find a niche in the sun-sprinkled, flowered forest.

The play of life heaves like waves

With its tears and smiles,

Meeting and parting!

Stringing together

Man's joys and sorrows,

I want to build on this earth

My eternal home.

Ever new flower-songs I bring to blossom,

For you to gather them, dawn and dusk.

Take them smiling -

And alas, when they wither

Scatter them far away."

~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~

Today we celebrate 150 years of our very own Rabi thakur....Rabindranath Tagore.

Bengalis, wherever they are, in the world, they are united by Rabi Thakur.

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

1929, India --- The poet and philosopher Sir Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941),with some of his Buddhist students. India, 1929. --- Image by © E.O. Hoppé/CORBIS

✎ By: Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

At the Majlis

"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven" - Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate (1861-1941)

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Blossomed banana and Papapaya trees - In Koiyaavaadi - Puttlam, North West Sri Lanka

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