Chandra
Melanie
Chandra, Jonathan & Elliot
Chandra & Melanie
a Shiva Lingam
Nagalingam Flower/Couroupita guianensis/Ayahuma /Cannonball Tree.
This tree is a commonly seen in countries like south America,Caribean and India.
The Cannonball Tree was given its species name Couroupita guianensis by the French botanist J.F. Aublet in the year1755.
The Cannonball Tree was given its species name Couroupita guianensis by the French botanist J.F. Aublet in the year1755.
Family:Lecythidaceae
In Shiva temples in India u can see many of them. In Hindi it is called Shiv Kamal and Nagalingam tree in Tamil. In Bengali, it is called Nagkeshar. The flowers are called Shivalinga flowers in Hindi; Nagalinga Pushpa in Kannada; Nagamalli flowers or Mallikarjuna flowers in Telugu. Hindus revere it as a sacred tree because the petals of the flower resemble the hood of the Naga, a sacred snake, protecting a Shiva Lingam, the stigma.
Info Courtesy : Wiki
The pictures is from 7. September 2012 in the dining Hall Area at Babuji Memorial Ashram, Manapakkam, Chennai India, World Head quarter of Shri Ram Chandra Mission
How Can We?
all these empty faces
burning in my heart
all these dusty shapes
of madness in my world
we want to do it better
don't know when to start
how can we be soldiers
how can we be so cruel
how can we be strangers
and in the same time
be so lonely too
how can we be lovers
and in the same time
drain our hearts from fuel
how can we be human
and so loathsome too
how can you kill a brother
he's lonesome like you
how can we be so cruel
how can we be human
and so loathsome too
all these naked children
my eyes are turning blind
all these conditions
of hatred in my world
can we do it better
will we care and start to mind
The Fortune
the rain is pouring in my heart
the water ends as clay
a baby cries without a sound . . .
and all the love that's gone astray
it slowly falls apart
and roses that we kissed today
are dying in despair
the dawn is hiding in my mind
the sunshine turns away
a songbird sings without a voice . . .
and those who have a thing to say
are forced into rewind
where's the clue and the core
where's the saint and the king
where's the fortune of war
and the peace it should bring
the wind is blowing in my hair
the blue sky seems so gray
a soldier lives without a life . . .
and roses that we kissed today
are dying in despair
where's the clue and the core
where's the saint and the king
where's the lives from before
and the song we would sing
where's the fortune of war
and the peace it should bring
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