2013, By the roaring waves!, Photography

Not Saturated?

saturated

Or Pains I Offer
And Love You Bestow.

Notes: Entry for the weekly photo challenge: Saturated. “It can be black and white, a single color, a few hues, or a complete rainbow riot; just make sure it’s rich and powerful.”
Not rich, neither powerful. Just saturated.

Image copyright: Maria Imran *Randomly Abstract*

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

Up???

Alright…What is up? A lot of things sure are… But what is that something of which I should take the photo of???

Confused.

Sky? No, many will do that.

Roof from the bottom? Good, but not interesting..

Then?

A mountain? Yeah right, lame.

I know!! I will draw an arrow pointing upwards, and make it look all funky and smart and THAT will be THE photo!

So I made an arrow which turned out to be pretty weird, and NOT what I wanted it to be::( ) But then, I decorated its surroundings, and here it goes>…>…>

UP!

p.s. Extremelllyyyyyy sorrryyy for such a late post, now that the challenge ended too, but wordpress was having ‘serious’ IO errors when I tried uploading a pic!

-Randomlyabstract.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Flowers

Pink Beauty- photo has not been shot by me!

I just looked at this new photo challenge, and came across some very pretty flower pics! Everybody has taken this challenge so beautifully, posting blossoms and roses!

The Red Poppy

by- Louise Glück

Louise Glück
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf

The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf

The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15604#sthash.KQafy2bW.dpuf
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EVERY FELLOW IS A FLOWER-BEING!

As I dropped myself leisurely on the couch beside my side-table, I could get a clear view of the dark, black sky spread with a myriad of stars twinkling brightly.. The moon-light appeared to be sifting through those navy blue curtains and reflecting on those pretty rose flowers bundled neatly in the vase placed on my table.I could not help myself but praise the luxurious and bountiful beauty..
While observing the mesmerizing flowers that had captured my full attention, a thought somehow managed to enter the corridors of my mind..! I began to compare a flower with a human-being.Isn’t a fellow-men’s life similar to that of a beautiful flower, which comes in different colours and natures?! It does resemble in a number of ways..!
Lets see! First of all is the process of a flower’s production. It starts with a tiny bud which is very delicate and sophisticated, and yes, beautiful! Gradually spreads a flower.Each petal opens one by one and after holding an absolute shape, they spread their fragrance to every nook and corner..They do their job and fascinate people until somebody plucks them or their death-time arrives..!
Similarly, a child takes birth as a helpless, tiny creature and gains power and energy in a very gradual manner. Days and months slowly pass and with that unlocks each new door to a different and a very different personality! Then the ‘fellow’ is supposed to spread his/her fragrance and show his existence by benefiting his people around.
As Allah (SWT) puts it in the Holy Quran,
“Spread what is good and restrain from what is not.” (Meaning)
With this aim lives a fellow and on this path he remains, or at-least tries to, until his last breath.Just like a flower dries and dies, so does a human life. Everything else fades away, but the fragrance that the ‘fellow’ spreads, remains there forever! And so, people remember him for the good deeds or small acts of kindness that he did, for the sake of mankind.

“No man who continues to add something to the material, intellectual, and moral wellbeing of the place in which he lives is long left without proper reward.”
— Booker T. Washington

“Consciously or unconsciously, every one of us does render some service or other. If we cultivate the habit of doing this service deliberately, our desire for service will steadily grow stronger, and will make, not only our own happiness, but that of the world at large.”
— Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948) Indian Political Leader.

And now I am fully convinced that this world can become such a beautiful and aromatic place, if and only if everybody plays their role as a flower; which lives not for itself but for others, to fascinate others, and who doesn’t keeps its fragrant scent only to itself ..!

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