revisit 2
Too sleepy.
Thoughts, images, memories are rolling in head.
Pouring them out.
Grass, grass and trees, a lotus pond. and cows.. No, no cows. Sunshine, space, fresh air, laughters.
trees? jamun, aam, neem, peepal.
the walking track laid out as if a child’s game
then the dusk, not just reddish, but greyish, bluish, purplish,
quietly falling over the land and
those abrupt changes in the birdcalls
the cascading orchestra of insect sounds
And the silver flowing through the night, flyovers passing by above, shops lined across the edge of the road, sleeping city. The tic tac toe of the words said/unsaid.
Then the shores
Sea shores
Sunset over the water. Silver turns into a grey-white at one side, and a vague blue at the other.
the sun, a yellowish orangish globe of fire. The yellow gold.
The faint far away mountains, the blue green of the peacock feathers.
A single star glowing in the deepening black. Lighthouses in the sea, far far away. The whoosh of the waves crashing into the shore. Unending.
you can hear the sea all the night long.
Just reach out and touch that surf.
Someone with a torch on the shore past midnight.
Who was "He"?
I've never seen God.
Peace.
Wake up, early.
Rush for the first aarti.
The water is cold.
The paridakshina around the temple, around the hill.
That red-stone paved path uphill, trees lined up.
How many people would have walked this way. Wonder.
Pause for a breath and drink in the view- lush green hillside, silver sea, bird calls, fresh morning.
Feel life.
The shore is a sheet of white.
A child sketches a star with uneven lengths of the arms in the sand, then plays around.
Near the shore, waves crash into rocks, surf leaps high.
A white bird curiously inspects the edge of a wave,
hovers above, then rejoins its fleet.
the sunset unfolds, glorious
High tide and all is submerged.
Now you see it and now you don’t.
from the open terrace, the stars look so, so near.
Thoughts, images, memories are rolling in head.
Pouring them out.
Grass, grass and trees, a lotus pond. and cows.. No, no cows. Sunshine, space, fresh air, laughters.
trees? jamun, aam, neem, peepal.
the walking track laid out as if a child’s game
then the dusk, not just reddish, but greyish, bluish, purplish,
quietly falling over the land and
those abrupt changes in the birdcalls
the cascading orchestra of insect sounds
And the silver flowing through the night, flyovers passing by above, shops lined across the edge of the road, sleeping city. The tic tac toe of the words said/unsaid.
Then the shores
Sea shores
Sunset over the water. Silver turns into a grey-white at one side, and a vague blue at the other.
the sun, a yellowish orangish globe of fire. The yellow gold.
The faint far away mountains, the blue green of the peacock feathers.
A single star glowing in the deepening black. Lighthouses in the sea, far far away. The whoosh of the waves crashing into the shore. Unending.
you can hear the sea all the night long.
Just reach out and touch that surf.
Someone with a torch on the shore past midnight.
Who was "He"?
I've never seen God.
Peace.
Wake up, early.
Rush for the first aarti.
The water is cold.
The paridakshina around the temple, around the hill.
That red-stone paved path uphill, trees lined up.
How many people would have walked this way. Wonder.
Pause for a breath and drink in the view- lush green hillside, silver sea, bird calls, fresh morning.
Feel life.
The shore is a sheet of white.
A child sketches a star with uneven lengths of the arms in the sand, then plays around.
Near the shore, waves crash into rocks, surf leaps high.
A white bird curiously inspects the edge of a wave,
hovers above, then rejoins its fleet.
the sunset unfolds, glorious
High tide and all is submerged.
Now you see it and now you don’t.
from the open terrace, the stars look so, so near.
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