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रजनीगंधा फूल तुम्हारे, महके यूँ ही जीवन में
यूँ ही महके प्रीत पिया की, मेरे अनुरागी मन में
अधिकार ये जब से साजन का हर धड़कन पे माना मैने
मैं जब से उनके साथ बँधी, ये भेद तभी जाना मैने
कितना सुख है बंधन में
रजनीगंधा फूल तुम्हारे, महके यूँ ही जीवन में
यूँ ही महके प्रीत पिया की, मेरे अनुरागी मन में
हर पल मेरी इन आँखों में बस रहते है सपने उनके
हर पल मेरी इन आँखों में बस रहते है सपने उनके
मन कहता है मैं रंगों की एक प्यार भरी बदली बन के
बर्सू उनके आँगन में
रजनीगंधा फूल तुम्हारे, महके यूँ ही जीवन में
यूँ ही महके प्रीत पिया की, मेरे अनुरागी मन में
Thats the title song from the Hindi movie Rajnignadha (1974)
Rajnigandha or the tuberose (Polianthes tuberosa) is a perennial night-blooming plant thought to be native to Mexico.
It is a prominent plant in Indian culture and mythology. The flowers are used in wedding ceremonies, garlands, decoration and various traditional rituals. Its Hindi name is “Rajnigandha” which means “night-fragrant” (rajni=night; gandha=fragrance). In Bengali, it is called “Rojoni-Gondha”, meaning “Scent of the Night”. In parts of South India, it is known as “Sugandaraja”, which translates to “king of fragrance/smell”. In Tamil Nadu it is called as Sambangi or nilasambangi and traditionally used in all type of garlanding especially in south Indian marriages.
In Singapore it is called Xinxiao which means “that on which the moth rests”. In Indonesia it is called “bunga sedap malam”, meaning fragrant night flower. In Cuba it is called “azucena” which is the name given to amaryllis in Mexico. In Iran the tuberose is known as “Gole Maryam” (“Mary flower”) and the oil extracted from the flower is used as a perfume.
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”
Such an apt poem!
You can see the proboscis part of a butterfly’s mouth. This whip like organ serves as it’s tongue and can suck nectar out of flowers. It is also a very sensitive organ and communicates a lot of information back to the butterfly.
Figurine Art, originally uploaded by ReemaS226.
I found a very different and creative decoration on a wall of a hotel at Mahabaleshwar, India. There were these metal figurines hanging on the wall and this creeper with pink flowers had grown all around them.
Walking through difficult
twisted paths
I stumbled upon this flower girl
A smile bloomed upon her face
and spread across like a butterfly
A familiar stranger to me for years
was sitting right beside me
Her fragrance sweeping
through my soul
lighting up the dark sad holes
No! she was not that beautiful
Shakespeare would write
no poem for her
But she had the beauty of purity
Purity that stirred and healed you
Purity that made you feel safe
Purity that could be seen
by the blind
and heard by the deaf
Like the flowers she dearly loved
She tried to dance even in pain
As the flowers sing in the wind
and the rain
Even her twinkling tears were pure
Pure like the early drops
of dew on petals
And in her eyes you could
see love
oceans of love that
would never dry
In her eyes you could
see the world
and know she would
never let you fall
I wanted to give her tulips
And make her promise
there would always be a smile
on her lips
But I couldn’t,
I am sorry I couldn’t
Leaving all the fragrance
and beauty
Surprisingly tears came to me
Even today on lonely
starry nights
I try to smell her fragrance
in the air
Pure, honest,
unselfish fragrance of
the sweet little flower girl
who herself was a flower.
The flower girl by BIKKI GAUTAM
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