There’s an orange that warms my soul
when sprightly fires are dead.
It blazes back to old school days,
or the day that I was wed.
It piles the smiles on frozen faces
when they think about long gone places.
Oh, the glorious monotony
of mountain skies
an azure dome
in rare air highs
over the brome
And, too, the lake
float duck and drake
in mile high chill
A golden streak of light,
glowing off the Ganga
like the opening scene
of a fury-destined manga.
The silent, gliding boats
give way to bells and horns
as sadhus leave the ghats
with the fading of the morn.
Gone the floating lamps and flowers,
so ends that magic orange hour.
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Tagged Benares, Color, Ganga, Ganges, India, orange, poem, poetry, Varanasi |
some shades of green
& some oranges
zap my brain into a kindergarten
the bright green LEDs of a post-neon sign
fire the context of a memory into my mind
there must be some long forgotten object–
a childhood artifact?
like the residue of a dream,
or is it gut-stomp synesthesia?
Taken on March 22, 2018 in Cubbon Park, Bangalore.
Posted in India, outdoors, photographs, Photos, pictures, plants, Tourism, travel |
Tagged Bangalore, Bengaluru, Color, Cubbon Park, India, Karnataka, photographs, photos, pictures, Purple, tourism, travel, trees |
Taken in Cuzco in the Summer of 2010.
Posted in Color, Peru, photographs, Photos, pictures, Tourism, travel |
Tagged Andes, Color, Cusco, Cuzco, green, peru, photographs, photos, pictures, tourism, travel |