The Okura Paradise The tossing swirls of the liquids chilled, The days of Nirjala, render me thirsty and lost, Back to the fleet of memories’ from distant past, Right above the mesmerizing waters under OKURA culvert. The start in game of guesses and bets on the gurgling splashes underneath, And to the treasures for which only brave could dive to seek. As usual the finger snap would break the memory bridge, To proceed further and farther away from waters to the approaching ridge. Right through the jumbles of Veer-wan and the pathway crisscross, to the blind curve in bombardment of the noise of helicopters inflaming the bird stock nerve. To my visual respite, in sight would appear the tall some Bambroo Mansion in a moments stride, Challenging the giant chinars on Miniature Island ,busy in scattering the divine sunlight light and shades to hide, At the very sight, I always wondered was that the world, the home of The Alice- In Wonderland. Down North by neck of the widening stream, bathed upside down the white bellied trout in sparkling sand, Imitating the mid day naps of the Mugdam clan in feudal furlong, amid the blessings and boon of The Razdan Land. Tired, at last in sight the milestone, the solitary Temple to turn around, but always left bound, Wandering and weaving the loops and puzzles with the narrow canal as if lost in time in witness of innumerous trees of Bagh chinar, On to the destination, the bounties of love of my aunt, her lavish cupboard, the boom of walnuts, peach and apricot, The soothing sent rendering me seduced to the deep sleep, in dreams riding the sparkling metallic fawn ,the heroic stud And back to the morning wake up call I would jump out of bed in chase for Butterflies in the mud and to run and duck away from angry bees scud.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 12:04:31 +0000
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