ancient cities

Feet
veer
involuntarily
towards ancient
cities, sites
…other beginnings
with wind driven
dust ….stirring….
~
Mind
feeling tremulous
awakenings
In snatches
of faint
remembrances
and I find myself
splitting into multitudes
~
heeding
ghostly beckoning
get drawn pell mell
by heavily lined
eyes
enfolding
in velvety swirls
of endless mazes
…
nostrils
pleasurably
crinkle
inhaling
attar and
incense wafting
tantalizingly
in winding souks
..
in
accompaniment
of soft laughter
followed by tiny
tinkling feet
encased
in silver
anklets
mesmerizingly
drawing
..

image of Marrakech Morocco souk is from google

gathering hay

~
perfidious
body can
stick a knife
any minute…
mind hastily
forages
as it
must
before
dawn
to
dusk
to
dust
~

group travel

Travel throws up many
Odd equations catching
off guard, surprising
…
Seasoned old mellow
Fellow, flowing goatee
Endearing ponytail

Trailing fussy spouse
mother hen, anxiety
Filled pursed mouth

Merry siblings convex
Cheeked, aged wine doled
In sparing proportions

Jolly gentleman, temptingly
Chubby cheeked, I vainly curb
urges to grab, squeeze them!

Smiley, alert other half
Hauling serious camera
Plus accoutrements

Generously endowed nonna
Offers everything she eats,
On overload in nourishments

Smiling rather sparingly
Her honey, an eagle beagle
Lean mean photographer

Sharp as tack retired spook
Great sense of humor; wife
Aged beauty still twinkle eyed

Fun loving jolly crowd
Creating wonderful
Ambience, blithe spirits

Led by insouciant lips ever widened
By cracked jokes spluttering giggly bouts
In cahoots with plump teddy bus driver
–

those shiny summers

~
Those halcyon
days of summer…
Endless fun, frolic
Carefree breezy
Totally uncomplicated
Gregariously effervescent
Bruises, nicks, runny noses
Spats like cloud bursts
Bouts of laughter
Spirits ever agog
At hitherto not known
Wonders, open mouthed
Joy at granny’s spun tales
Ouija boards flirtations
With ghosts and spirits
Madcap shenanigans
Without answerability
Hormones and self-
Awareness yet
To make entry
Alas for those
Iridescent days
Of endless summers
With mouthwatering
Mangoes, pickle jars
Simmering in the sun
Tandoors roasting
stuffed naans and
roof top romances
ready to click
burgeon amidst
our childish
sniggers and
those exciting
to and fro overnight
journeys in trains
with card games
chai in clay cups
saundhi mitti flavored
water from earthy suraiis
monkeys snatching
food right out of your
hand, scaring living
daylights and then
some
~
*soundhi mitti – pleasant earthy smell after rain; Suraii : earthen clay water-pot*
~image is from internet

Festival of colors – Holi

~
plays
in color
during
festival
of Holi~
an
opportune
time
to gloss over
make hay~
carte blanche in fist
Rainbows in disarray~
plays of wrist~
instant fixes~
bhang mixings
euphoric trite
all imbibed
in holi(fic)
stride
~
*Image is from internet~    Bhang is a beverage made from leaves
and flowers (buds) of the female cannabis plant,
consumed as a beverage in the Indian subcontinent.
**Holi: festival of colors in India – in celebration of the triumph of good over evil~

 

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