Full Moon

Full Moon now reign the sky, usher 2010!

Last sunset of the year 2009

Foggy evening here in Kolkata. No sign of sunshine or sun. But to keep the memory of the last sunset of the year, I captured the view of the sky of Kolkata. And pray to the Sun to rise again in the year 2010

Sunset

Sunset

Merry Christmas

My city also in a mood of festivity. Its the time of fun and frolic. Happy holidays.

Illuminated vessel

Christmas is coming and the new year not so far away. Hence the city illuminating herself.

Fog

Foggy morning here in Kolkata today.

Marigold

Millenium Park

Sunset

Looking through the window.

Morning glory : a photo taken by me

--
A. B.

Nature : Photo

"I met her in the greenest dells, where dew drops pearl the wood blue bells; the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, the bee kissed and went singing by, a sunbeam found a passage there, a gold chain round her neck so fair; as secret as the wild bee's song she lay there all the summer long." -John Clare

Nature : Photo

"i am - yet what I am, none cares or knows: my friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes - they rise and vanish in oblivious host, like shadows in love's frenzied stiffl throes and yet I am, and live-like vapours tort into the nothingness of scorn and noise, into the living sea of waking dreams, where there is neither sense of life or joys, but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteem; even the dearest that I love the best are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

Nature : Photo

"I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete." -John Clare

Nature : Photo

"i believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within me so that what no one has dared to wish for" -Rainer Maria Rilke

Keep Waiting For That One Thing

"And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing which would infinitely enrich your life: the powerful, uniquely uncommon, the awakening of dormant stones, depths that would reveal you to yourself." - Rainer Maria Rilke

Vending

In the morning, I went to the rail station to buy monthly season ticket. The vendors were then found busy with fresh vegetables on the platform.

Vending

In the evening, when I reached ferry ghat to avail the vessel, I found the fishermen vending fresh fishes including shrimps and lobster which are more cheap than market.

Fog

Foggy, sticky & hot morning here in Kolkata.

Fog

Foggy, sticky & hot morning here in Kolkata.

In A Field By The River

"in a field by the river, my love and I did stand, and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir; but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears." -W. B. Yeats [the photo taken on 2nd November at the village].

Rose : Down By The Salley Gardens

"Down by the Salley gardens my love and I did meet; she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree." - W. B. Yeats [I went to my garden and seen the rose just declared its advent]

After sunset

Yesterday, when I was returning home from village, the sky seemed just like it.

After sunset

Yesterday, when I was returning home from the village, the photos taken by me from a running car.

After sunset

Yesterday, when I was returning home from my village spending a holiday there, the sky attracted me to take these pictures from a running car.

After sunset

Yesterday, when I was returning home from my village, the sky attracted me throughout the road. The photographs taken by me from the running car hastily.

"A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever"

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth of noble natures, of the gloomy days , of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits, such the sun, the moon, trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon for simple sheep; and such are daffodils with the green world they live in; and clear rils that for themselves a cooling covert make 'gainst the got season; the mid-forest brake, rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : and such too is the grandeur of the dooms we have imagined for the mighty dead; an endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."-John Keats

Birthday of John Keats(1795-1821)

Today, birthday of my favourite poet John Keats who has written "our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"

Remember

"Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you plann'd: only remember me; you understand it will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember, do not grieve: for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had, better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad." -Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894/London/England) [P.S. I have taken the pic at my native village on 19 October, 2009]

Tranquility

"The stream, so ardent in its course before, sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all which I fill them had heard, appeared the voice of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, the shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush vied with this waterfall, and made a song, which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth or like some natural produce of the air, that could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; But 'twas the foilage of the rocks- the birch, the yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, with hanging islands of resplendent furze: and on a summit, distant a short space, by any who should look beyond the dell, a single mountain-cottage might be seen." -William Wordsworth. [the photo was taken by me at our native village on 19 October, 2009].

Festival of light

Diwali - the festival of light. So, here is the current photo of Howrah Station. It illuminated beautifully.

Poverty in India

Today, 17th October is Internation Poverty Eradication Day. I live in India. So I can tell about my country. I can see here poverty is everywhere. When I go by train or by bus or by launch, there are beggers throughout the journey. I can see families living in the city or suburbs on the footpath under the open sky as the footpath is their home. I feel strange how they manage natural calamities living without a roof. Recent study reveals that half of the world's hungry live in India. NGO sources said, half of the kids of India are malnutritious. Therefore, if we want to eradicate poverty, we have to provide them roof, food and nutritions.

The Outsider

Green outside my bed. I frequently watch the tree grows through my netted window lying in my bed.

On the river

People bathing just now.

On the river

I am now on the River Ganga. A boat man driving his boat. People are bathing. It is just nine fifty in the morning.

Autumn

I wake up this morning when the sun was about two hours old and went to my garden, where vivid trees arrays to greet one welcome. My attention goes to a young tree, with its leafs - red within its green and reddish stem. Suddenly I recall the sweet poem read last night by the American poet Stacy Smith : "Autumn is the time when leaves fall to the ground. A whispering wind can be heard from all around. The many shades of green change to shades of red and gold. It helps to prepare us for the upcoming cold. The campers try to enjoy their last camping trip of the year, for they know the warm weather will soon disappear. It is a time when families come together and enjoy a long trail, and admire the beautiful colors, some bright and some pale, when the leaves are on the ground parents rake them in a pile. Then children jump in it and play with a smile....... Autumn is reminder that another year soon will end, cherish this lovely season and make it your friend." -Stacy Smith © 2000

Shadow

It wasn't in me

"it wasn't in me. It came and went. I wanted to hold it. But the wine held it. (I don't know anymore what it was.) Then he held this out to me, then that, until I gave myself over to him completely. Stupid ass that I am." - R M Rilke. Would you like to comment?

What is this...

"Ah, what is this a pretty ball; red and round like an overall. Nice, that you made it. Will it come when one calls?" - R M Rilke. would you like to comment.

Sunset

Its time to return home.

Clouds again

The morn was cool. But now its sunshine and rather hot. When i reach ferry, see the clouds again.

Close to evening

Close to evening. Overcast. Drizzle. Returning nest.