Was lost in someone else’s world Wading through those dreary doldrums Yet you always held my hand Your heart never forgot my essence. Picture taken in 2018, please travel responsibly and safely.Caption taken from my poem “11 years of love ordeal”
Although this place is known as Seven sisters falls, but I couldn’t bring the total count to 7 when it came to counting all the waterfalls in this area. But this weird mathematical anomaly was quickly forgotten when the clouds opened, as they usually do in Cherrapunjee, that receives the second heaviest rainfall in the…
This is indeed a real place where the hills meet the fluffy clouds.
The vibrance does comeAfter a harsh summer.
When you realize that you are part of a painting that nature crafted.
Engrossed in a movieAnd binging on junk foodTaking the worried mindAnd a racing heart to sleepI never knew the miracles of the night.
The mad twittering of magpiesWith their monochrome bosomsOh what a spectacle!To behold for many births So forget notAbout this miracle called life.
We will bask in such views again,But first we have to wade throughThese murky waters of pandemicLearn from the previous wavesAnd take all safety precautions.
Old picture from 2018In the erstwhile years, the empty country roads always invited me to sit & get clicked on them. Looks like I’ll have to sit on the floors of my home and surround myself with paintings of conifers to relish that feeling!
Open the petals of your heartAnd bloom like this yellow elder.