The motor scooter was parked in a small stone paved alley off the bustling market street of Udaipur. The melancholy clutter and the Bajaj parked against the wall contrasted with the colourful tourist-y roads that you passed into once you crossed under the arch.
.jpg)
In the shadows of the dark walls
I parked my rusty memories
to serve as a reminder
everytime I pass underneath
the arch - from what was, into what is.
A confusion of spirals dominated an entire square off the exit gate of the Udaipur palace. For the life of me, I can't figure out what they are. Candle stands maybe?
.jpg)
And the spirals like a conspiring universe,
Like swallowing serpents - tail in mouth
Rested their heads in a clutter
In the confused alleys of my mind.
Before entering into the Brahma Kumari park at Mt Abu, our eyes came to a standstill on the golden heads bobbing from behind the enticing steam that lifted off their perfect, seductive bodies. We were compelled to stop and indulge our salivating selves before moving on.
.jpg)
In the sauna, hot & sweaty
On the racks with family
We dip our toes in some warm water
Heads engulfed in a mist sultry
Posts
All Comments
