A.
My birth land
presided over by chatter
buzzing streets with humans
colliding into each other
like poorly punctuated sentences
B.
god beneath gods
temples within temples
mosques beside mosques
alleys inside alleys
C.
choc-a-bloc with colors,
crayon stubs, faded pencil shades
hoarded wisps of pigments
dyed wool in a basket
from many lives worth
of knitting projects
D.
myriad landmarks, loitering at corners
and showing up in centers of cities
vendors emerge with miscellaneous ware
peddling patience through the day
E.
food in flavors that compete
a discerning experience of tastes
moments juxtapose against minutes
with an intriguing intensity
proven traditions mocking rebellious chaos
F.
each city embellishes the map
fulfilling a role on the patchwork design
cinematic Himalayas fold into serpentine rivers
elemental monastries disappear into photogenic ghats
conventional gardens take on ornate palaces
coastal sands break into alluvial soils
G.
collective personalities manifest themselves
into a collaboration of local vibrancy and variety
settled into the craft of daily life
each day a giant musical production
excelling in multifaceted performance
I.
suspended harmony across the skyline
charming even when disheveled,she
teases you with her jangling anklets
forlorn, yet regal in her acceptance
resplendent like the peacock plume
she stays the mysterious muse
NaPoWriMo 2018
simultaneity
Vendors peddling patience through the day , what an acute observation and food in flavours that compete – fantastic compliment to the taste buds of Indian
Sweet and sour sides of India have been beautifully juxtaoposed by the poet
Yet these contradictions Coexist in our birth land
Excellent both in selection and expression of words. What a thought process!
Hugs
Papa
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