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A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.
Crystal Woods
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
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¿Cuándo echaré mi barca a la mar? Las horas lánguidas se me pasan en la orilla ¡ay!
La primavera acabó de florecer y se ha ido. Y cargado de vanas flores marchitas, espero y tardo.
Se han puesto las olas clamorosas, y en la vereda en sombra de la orilla, las hojas amarillas aletean y caen.
¿Qué miras, di, en el vacío? ¿No sientes estremecerse el aire de una canción lejana que viene, flotando, de la otra orilla?
Rabindranath Tagore
Explored # 275 on 4th August, 2009.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
~Rabindranath Tagore
"Lotus"
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
the soil in return
for her service
keeps the tree tied to her
the sky asks nothing
and leaves it free.
-Rabindranath Tagore
Sunset Beach, Huntington Beach, California.
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Lens = Tokina 11-16mm
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You allowed your kingly power to vanish, Shajahan,
but your wish was to make imperishable a tear-drop of love.
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Permitiste que tu poderoso reino se desvaneciera, Shajahan,
pero quisiste hacer perpetua una lágrima de amor.
Sanskriti Express at plaform no 9 of Sealdah.This train is launched by IR on the occasion of Birth Centenary of Rabindranath Tagore and it's five coaches contains various creation of Tagore and glimpse of the golden moments of his life.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
This poem is from Tagore’s Gitanjali. It is simply titled “Praan” which means “life” in Bengali. The English translation is by Tagore himself.
"Reach high, for stars lay hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal."- RabindranathTagore
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It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers*
*Rabindranath Tagore (Gitanjali)
Smile on Saturday -
"Uniflona"
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights. Rabindranath Tagore
…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst. Louisa May Alcott
I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles
Engelbert Humperdinck
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
Then like my dreams they fade and die
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
Fortune's always hiding
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
Pretty bubbles in the air
Pretty bubbles (so many pretty bubbles)
In the air (there's so many bubbles in the air)
Songwriters: James Kendis, James Brockman, Nat Vincent, John Kellette.
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The flowers have opened in hedges and gardens, and may be there is one heart that has found in them this morning the gift that has been on its voyage from endless time.
Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit-Gathering
One of my very dear friends is a Peruvian artist named Guido Garayocochea . . . recently, upon entering the foyer of his apartment, I couldn't resist capturing one of his murals which has always been a favorite . . .
“The ladder of success is best climbed
by stepping on the rungs of opportunity.”
~ Ayn Rand ~
“The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Courage is the ladder on which all the other virtues mount."
~ Clare Boothe Luce ~
My Song
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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Don't say, "It is morning", and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
_Rabindranath Tagore
Shot from flight when I went to Varanasi some time back. My other pictures during Varanasi trip.
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A Painting from my 'Tagore Series' 48"x36"
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রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
কবি, ঔপন্যাসিক, সংগীতস্রষ্টা, নাট্যকার, চিত্রকর, ছোটগল্পকার, প্রাবন্ধিক, অভিনেতা, কণ্ঠশিল্পী ও দার্শনিক
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In the homeland of Mangosteen, south-east Asia, it was always, it is now and it will ever be the undisputed QUEEN of fruits.
So, who is the KING ? In south-east Asia, Durian has the honor of being the KING of fruits.
Both honors however, are passionately and vehemently disputed by people in the homeland of Mango, i.e., Pakistan, India and Bangladesh where Mangosteens and Durians are far from becoming household words.
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A pair of unripe Mangosteens hanging from the tree inside the Whitman Pavilion.
Garcinia mangostana
Family Clusiaceae
Whitman Pavilion, Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Coral Gables, Florida, USA.
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Darter (Anhinga melanogaster)
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"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf."
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
"Palm-tree: single-legged giant,
topping other trees,
peering at the firmament -
It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling
and fly away, away,
if only it had wings.
(...)"
Palm tree by 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
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April, 22nd
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins
night and day runs through the world and dances
in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust
of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks
into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle
of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world
of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing
in my blood this moment.
~Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
[from "Clouds and Waves" by Rabindranath Tagore]
Lake Huron riled up, late this afternoon....
আমি কান পেতে রই
ও আমার আপন হৃদয়গহন-দ্বারে বারে বারে
কোন্ গোপনবাসীর কান্নাহাসির গোপন কথা শুনিবারে-- বারে বারে
কান পেতে রই..
ভ্রমর সেথা হয় বিবাগি নিভৃত নীল পদ্ম লাগি রে
কোন্ রাতের পাখি গায় একাকী সঙ্গীবিহীন অন্ধকারে বারে বারে
কান পেতে রই..
কে সে মোর কেই বা জানে.. কিছু তার দেখি আভা...
কিছু পাই অনুমানে.. কিছু তার বুঝি না বা...
মাঝে মাঝে তার বারতা আমার ভাষায় পায় কি কথা রে,
ও সে আমায় জানি পাঠায় বাণী... গানের তানে লুকিয়ে তারে... বারে বারে
কান পেতে রই।
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Many a time I eavesdrop at the distant gates of my own heart
Who is it, that mysterious dweller
The one whose secrets I so wish to hear
The story behind the laughter and tears
Many a time I strive to hear.
Where the bee wanders from it’s path
In quest of a hidden flower
Which bird is it that sings at night
Alone in a darkness sans friend
Many a time I get to hear.
Who is he to me, who knows
A bit do I glimpse of his glow
Another bit I speculate
Little still do I understand
Oftentimes his missive finds expression in my speech..
His words come to me wrapped in melody of song...
Many a time when I listen.
- Rabindranath Tagore
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Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
the children meet with shouts and dances
. poem by
Rabindranath Tagore
a selective colour , 3 exposure image of my local beach
Il bambino chiama la mamma e domanda:
“Da dove sono venuto? Dove mi hai raccolto?”
La mamma piange e sorride, stringe al petto il suo bambino e dice:
“Eri un desiderio dentro al cuore”.
Rabindranath Tagore
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True end is not in reaching of the limit, but in a completion that is limitless...
- 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
Desenvolvendo-se em torno do vulcão, com 2351 metros de altitude, que lhe dá o nome, a ilha do Pico tem uma forma oblonga – 42 Km de comprimento e 15,2 de largura – a a superfície total de 447 Km2. Um planalto com cones vulcânicos secundários termina junto do mar em altas falésias enquanto a área mais baixa, a oeste, tem declives moderados.
fonte: acores.com
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Spreading around the volcano with 2351 meters of altitude, which gives it its name, the island of Pico has an oblong shape - 42 km long and 15.2 wide - a surface area of 447 km2. A plateau with volcanic cones side ends with the sea in high cliffs while the lower area in the west is gently sloping.
In: acores.com
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Passira - PE, Brasil.
Port.:
Meu sobrinho, Miguel Lucas, com seis meses de vida, e sua mãe, Vanielly Gomes.
"Cada criança ao nascer, nos trás a mensagem de que Deus não perdeu as esperanças nos homens." [Rabindranath Tagore]
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Eng.:
My nephew, Miguel Lucas, with six months of life, and his mother, Vanielly Gomes.
"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man." [Rabindranath Tagore]