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pragnya — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 09:21:02 +0000

Footprint

pragnya — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 17:53:13 +0000

Footprints

One night I had a dream–
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you would walk with me all the way,
but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
“I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never, never leave you
during your times of trial and suffering.
“When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”…Mary Stevenson

Plunge

pragnya — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 17:24:29 +0000

On a beautiful day, at the most beautiful location of Lonavla……………………………..

Dawneth

pragnya — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 12:20:04 +0000

It is always darkest just before the Day dawneth…………

Silhouette

pragnya — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 11:51:51 +0000

THE SILHOUETTE

I wake and wipe the sleep from my eyes
Through blurred vision I see your silhouette
Standing in the open balcony doorway
Soft tufts of hair bouncing in the breeze
Morning sunlight glimmers
Off the bulge of your chest
casting even larger shadows
on the bedroom floor.
I stretch and rise, and sitting tall in my bed
Feeling the gentle morning breeze caress my face
While songbirds sing their morning serenade
Your scent fills my senses
Oh how it lights my soul with desire
How I long for you to hold me
How I need to feel your touch
How I need to hear your voice calling out my name
While gentle arms hold me close to your beating heart
I step from my bed
And turn to face the world
Anticipating the delight
Of yet another glimpse of your form
But the door stands vacant
Curtains blowing soft and free in the breeze
How empty is my heart, how lonely is my soul
For these shadows, these illusions of you
Now swept away without a sound
Are those I hold only in memory
Gathered long before you and I did part
Lost forever except deep within my heart.

				By Debra Hoffmann Brown

Immortal

pragnya — Sun, 12 Dec 2010 12:17:45 +0000

Location is Bandhavgarh Jungle of Madhya Pradesh in March………. The tree is a victim of Killer Viper Tree. The specialty of Killer Viper tree is, it kills trees by climbing on them. It’s a villain of jungle & green world.

Serpent Eagle’s Chick

pragnya — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 10:23:53 +0000

This is one of those pictures which I clicked on my trip to the Fort in Bandhavgarh. In this picture the cave is the nest of Serpent Eagle and there is a newborn inside. The guide provided us with quite a lot of information about the nature of this bird Since they are scavengers they help in cleaning the jungle of all the rotten and dead stuff without delay. The first few days of the young ones after hatching are spent under the protection of the parents. The feathers start appearing after 21 days. By one month, almost the whole body of the chicks gets covered with feathers and they are able to stand independently. The first flight is taken only after crossing two months of age. Crested Serpent Eagle is a solitary creature, found occupying the same territorial boundaries for years.

Blush

pragnya — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 12:39:16 +0000

Rose Blush

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Our first date was more than I ever dreamed,
the flash of teeth and brilliant smile.
By dessert, your green eyes sparkle at my guile,
and my doubts about you’re wanting me were eased.

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, Blush.

Hand in hand, as we walk though the night,
a sure feeling that this is right.
so strong and sure, the thought,
that you could be the one… maybe not?

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Time passes and the feeling grows,
I confess the love from my heart, I know.
Barriers down, my soul exposed, released,
the pent up passion is finally eased.

Blush, Rose, Blush,
A tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much, too much,
Blush, Rose, blush,

Blush, Rose, blush,
I tingle at your tender touch.
The passion and desire are not too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

– By K.C. Miller

Droplets

pragnya — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 16:05:45 +0000

A droplet of rain
On the shoulder of the wind
Is lost in a big desert
A droplet with no wishes
Why no grass why no trees

He has God in his watery heart
Talking to him all the time
No water no food
I want none of them I’ll prove

He starts crying
And then
His tears water the ground
And the first flower grows

Something that only a red heart can hear
Is coming down to the desert
Droplet heard it with his heart

A droplet falls in his hand
O, its raining
Thank you my only God
Soon the grass grow
And a bird song is loud

A little village
Full of big wishes
No need to wish
Just want it
From the bottom of your heart

—By Reihaneh Jalalian

(www.poemhunter.com)

Opulence

pragnya — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 07:02:48 +0000

Comes the spring and the natures opulence is visible in all possible way. Cascades of color hanging around, gives an inkling of rainbow all around. While clicking this picture I actually could not judge whether the surrounding was purple/green/orange/red in color. Nature’s mystical temperament is just unsurpassed. I love to capture with my lens such magic of the nature….. And I am fully aware that my lens is not capable enough to captivate its behavior always.