Posts Tagged: blooms from my garden

Flower#98…. blooms from my garden

Flower # 89…… Rose….. blooms from my garden.

Dew drops on blade of grass

Flower # 72….. Black Rose….. Blooms from my garden

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I have had this fascination for black roses since a long time now. My dream to photograph fully bloomed dark black roses with lovely whorls of glossy black petals has led me to a lot of florists and nurseries often getting vague stares from its owners, finally the elusive black rose got me knee deep in the realms of earth. I decided to grow my own. I have since then convinced myself that black roses are a myth and the closest i can get to it is by photoshopping really dark red ones. I got cuttings of what I thought was really dark red roses and read all about it on the net. The first few cuttings gave me red roses but the color was softer. But after a change in the fertiliser (and perhaps the sunlight), the first batch of roses that have come out are brilliantly dark red….. almost black. These are the first rushes of the buds on stem photoshopped into monochrome. I am hoping that they don’t lose color after they have bloomed fully. Keeping my fingers crossed.

I might not have got the black rose but I am happy with this one. Plus the dark red color is simply awesome. I cant stop looking at it.

Flower # 71…… Blooms from my garden

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The Blossom Never Knows
Dilip Kumar Roy

The blossom never knows the fragrance sweet
That in its blossom’s mystery lies,
The deeps that mirror forth the Infinite
Question its secrets with their sighs.

For whom throng still the murmuring bees,
Restless amid the perfumed trees?
Whose memory thrills the impassioned breeze
And paints the magic skies?

Whose one lamps through the way-lost night
Glimmer in moon and starry light?
Whose glory in the dawn breaks bright?
For whom yearns all and cries?

For whose greatness down the ages long
Are the wide heavens a sapphire song?
For whom runs the stream with bablling tongue,
Repeats whose harmonies?

Whose breath perfumes trees, flower and grass,
Inspires the atoms’s dance in space?
Whose trailing robes in twilight pass,
A shadow in longing eyes?

Oh, if thou never wilt appear,
Why are thy masks of Beauty here?
Why sound thy anklets everywhere,
The spell that never dies?

My heart forgets that in my heart
Thy throne for ever lies.

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