Cities
atlanta chicago new delhi hyderabad mt.abu kohima jalandhar patna boston and many others
bring to me dreams and shadows, crease lines of smiles and furrows near my brows, mischief music and sobering jolts, ideas that empower and distant tolling bells, waves of invigorating memories, meteoric force that propels blood to the edges of my pulse
mt.abu
you brought to me the vivacious stories written in marbles of gurushikhar and rock folds at sunset point
you held me in your nooks and crannies always pregnant with a mischievous mystery
each moment that was born near the lake lived with beauty that never did disappoint
charming both in your men and your looks, endearing stories of folklore and history
hyderabad
delivered a blessing that poured smiles into our souls and undeniable rhythm to our fold
secrets of nawabs huddled hesitant in minars
while the city knotted itself in anticipation of transcendent joys
a riot of gorgeous love came wrapped under the skin of his tiny fist holds
forever left enchanted; we visit empty treasure troves and keep up a poise
kohima
she beguiled us with elegance and panoramic views
her crackling crisp demeanour initiated me to the world of words
roaming her streets was experimental youth who painted in motion and theater
were a delightful muse
Naga woman who defined heritage with her warrior like loom
weaving a humming design in honor of the orange breasted birds
patna
let me call you a milestone memory
a perfection of pace that encouraged vibrant laughter
as grandparents fussed over the to be born grandson
an optimism that lulled us into a misty reverie
unbeknownst to us He was writing an ominous episode
never to be undone
jalandhar
you watched me grow into friendships
and threw at me gambles to bet my life upon
you enlightened me to find patterns in blurry dimensions
then encaptured me into puzzlements akin to layers of chiffon
new delhi
exhaled us with force into the world
meandering reams of opportunities , some perverse
a cacophony of life that often wondered
if there was an antidote to the textured curdle
haphazard prayers, holy books and urban tears
dripped into bottles of potent breath
that tasted like quartz
chicago
you of architectural prizes and glistening oasis of lakes
steadfast steel like in your support;
creating a circle of precious heart-throbs
with intricately speckled snowflakes
your orange flamed leaves of oaks and elms
nudged me out of ennui like a petulant escort
boston
a saxophone of children with wings and wishes that whisper;
arrogant sidewalks watch as youth walks into schools
flippantly you toss your waves , quite chipper
bringing to me a glazing bonfire warmth
that lingers even when there is no more fuel
atlanta
i sensed in you a resemblance to the chocolate chip cookie
in a daze lifting my hot chai and sipping into its comfort
your blue ridge mountains like handmade kites;
look over as you ramble along in sandals and hoodies
pirouettingly the ferris wheel beckons me to into its sunburst
others
i open the door
and walk into
the quiet full moon night
of my city
and then look far out
to others that resemble
those in the past
An enjoyable reading,a quick journey through the cities which have remained etched in your memory for years
But If I had the talent to express my memories like my daughter I would write an ode to Jammu the temple city of J&k which
Blessed me with a little doll on a christmax night who lighted our lives then as our first born and
Continues to provide us the light in the evening of our live
Our Blessed daughter Kashiana -who is blooming in to mature writer of poetic prose
PapaMama
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What a whirlwind tour! I love how you shaped each ode with unique metaphor and imagery.
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Thank you for reading! Glad you enjoyed it
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Beautiful.
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