Within the pages of time a moment bookmarked a flower tender smiled to be a part, with its exuberant radiance decorated the script filled the words with redolence deciphered the book with simple encrypt ! @soumya2013 PHOTOCREDIT:www.spwallpapers.com
Written for Ermilia’s Picture it and Write! http://wp.me/p1HrCI-16a
The scarlet floated in the air
touched the crystalline water clear
kissed by the reflected azure
I lie hereby with my dreams to endure!
With zillion dots to conjure
a fantasy in the serene atmosphere
enlivened by the words
dwelt I deep
swirling in the whirlpool
of imaginary conjecture!
The moment still
freezes like a scene
As me floating
upon the misty lake
like a heiress of
Aphrodite or Hera!
Broken chord of the song disturbs the harmony synchronized were the notes until the tune fell off the beat! Life plays a duet where we have to sing in accord with the singer of the nature who has the ultimate hand on the chord! Plucks who the strings ripples the water flutters the leaves beats the heart silently on the melodic musical! Being resigned and submissive leaves a blank tone in the birdsong... melodious and philharmonic it becomes when our voice joins in the eternal sinfonia! PHOTOCREDIT:www.sortol.com
It was the season of roses, the queen of flowers then in April.
Having put up at the local tourist rest house, which was situated amidst the dense forest of fir trees, I along with my parents stayed there for months.
Every evening I walked through the paths that had the brownish color peeping through the greens, which proved that was the usual trail used by the local people there.
It was known to go inside the woods through the slopes was equally confusing and dangerous as the path could lead anywhere and there were umpteen ways ahead as we go deeper inside.
One evening I and my brother who is younger to me went for such an adventurous trip without informing my parents. We started with a nearby path and went on, enjoying the melody of cuckoos and songs of other birds .While walking we loved the small shrubs beside the path dangling with tiny flowers and even collected some fir cones to be displayed ,when we came back.
Lost in the charm of the elegant trees and the fresh air, we soon realized it was almost sunset and we still were far away from the main road. We didn’t have the idea of where this path was leading us to, so we continued walking swiftly.
It became dark in a while and we were amidst the dense woods.
Those days mobile phones weren’t launched in India nor had we heard of any such thing that existed.
So there wasn’t any question of GPS or SMS or calling up anyone for guidance. Afraid of the abuses that we would be getting for going alone in such a new place and that too within the forest was really making us cry.
Still I had to remain calm and composed to give confidence to my brother and with intuition we kept on choosing the ways, to ultimately reach another end of the hillside on the main road.
Sense of direction helped us to know where we must be and we headed towards our destination.
We reached back an hour late and it was almost 7pm, pitch dark then.
Without creating any panic we entered the premises normally so that no could guess the fearful yet interesting adventure we went through and we managed to save our skin.
To be contd…
For those who missed :the first part- http://wp.me/p1Zs7k-1sZ
Nature truly appears to be at its best here, the place known as the queen of hills. It had been a favorite place of the Britishers during summers, when they ruled India .Fortunately the name of the town didn’t change and it is still know as Ranikhet,sounded sweet and melodious as a beautiful song of the spring!
April 1991 :
This was my first visit to this scenic location which gave the longest view of the Himalayan range.
It was late evening by the time I reached and even in the month of April when the whole of India starts getting scorched by the sun, it was chilling and cold there.
Following day started with a glimpse of the most exhilarating view of the mountain Trishul which stands in the shape of a Trishul, an emblazon weapon carried by Lord Shiva.
The early dawn reflected on the peaks trident and they looked gorgeously golden.
Never had I seen such a pictures queue sight!
Later during the day a walk through the Mall road of the town ,I could feel the warmth of the local people which I experienced during the visit to the local market . Every pedestrian had a smile on his face irrespective of being strangers. The girls had pink crimson cheeks which got more red when they smiled.
There was only a single road which had shops on both sides and which ran for around a kilometer. That was all the place had to offer in its commercial aspect.
Small shops of woolens, grocery, daily needs, cosmetics, a few stationary shops and few vegetable vendors. This was all in the local market besides the handloom outlets which sold the local handmade woolens.
There was a single photostudio, which had the facility of getting clicked, but the developing and printing part was done hundreds of kilometers away down the hills in another city in the plains.
Wonder in which world I lived, it felt like an old version of a filmy town situated in hills but the most beautiful I had ever seen.
My heart instantly had fallen in love with this enchanting place amidst the pine and fir trees.
The carved fir cones looked magnificent on the branches and were a piece of delight when fallen and collected by anyone.
The air I breathed had a pure smell and was fragrant with resins secreted by the fir trees, which was used to make turpentine oil! There were conical shaped tins attached to most of the trees to collect the falling gum from the slits made on the trunk. The scattered fir leaves formed a golden carpet on the slopes which was actually very slippery when I tried walking on it.
To be contd….
Through the gates of the cricket fence,
I walked thousand steps
More or less I dare not count and guess
for the living
I went ahead in the woods unknown ,
in search of some wood to be burn instead of coal!
The orange glow filled the place
with light of hope and faith
I walked and trotted so as
to reach near the burning fire-lake!
As I stretched my arms
to touch the ball of effulgence
it moved back and I moved forth
a play of childhood began
I was there on an errand…
Smiled he , when I got tired
as I sat under the tree’s shade
slowly it too faded behind
the thousand trees
“which I needed for the fire
Of the evening meal!”
Thy can ne’er know
what art thy heart speaks
in silence thou ne’er heard
With a fistful of
songs of love
I try to touch
with words of passion
written in your amor.
I set ablaze the
you doth not see it though
perhaps someday you might see
the ignited wick’s glow!
sigh I o’er for your glance
yet you ne’er perceive
the missed beats of thy heart
when I kissed your cheeks!
Upon the dream decor
I sleep and wish
for a momentous begin
when thy heart becomes mine
echoes my name whilst wandering!
Bidding adieu to the blooming spring bedecks who the earth as a queen I embraced the scorching days of heat with the advent of summer silently… Sweltering heat burns the bod falling waters are soothing halt whilst holidays are more for fun knoweth not mercy the glowing sun… Yet along the shores with a bright suntan love the magic of tides cool and vibrant ! Quenches the thirst of a drying throat few sips of lemonade and iced melon bright outfits add vibrancy to the otherwise boring shores… Often while watering the lawn … when the sprinkler moves somewhere else the splashing of the cool spray rejuvenates the heated soul. WRITTEN FOR http://thewhitescape.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/lets-all-drabble-a-more/
Patterns are a part of life. Patterns of nature surprise and mesmerize us with their charm.
Man made patterns are unique and marvelous in their structure and form,yet subordinate to the extraordinary designs of the creator!
“Perceiving the world as well designed and thus the product of a designer, and even seeing divine providence in the daily affairs of life, may be the product of a brain adapted to finding patterns in nature. (38)”
― Michael Shermer, Why Darwin Matters: The Case Against Intelligent Design
PHOTOCREDIT: amatterofhowyouseeit.com Chimes of the wind sing song of a nearby brook melody echoes of the cuckoo shy hiding in the mango bush. Bees and butterflies swirl and dance encircling the blossoms in romance playful air carries the heart miles away through different paths… Morning glory plays the music of the golden dawn unfurling petals whisper and toss humming on the beats of morn. Caressing leaves ,the branches dangling the soft breeze whispers in the ears “Carrying forth the rhythm of nature in my embraced arms Here I come and stay for a while to flow now to distant horizon…”