Monday, August 29, 2011

19th August 2011


Gulped the yellow fumes;
In a street immersed in golden hue,
Slept on the lonely divider
Yapped with the jolly hawker;
The maker of the overflowing crisp dumplings
Stuffed in my mouth is the savory delight,
Entered a contest to swear full-mouthed
I battled; with curses as my weapon,
Barked aimlessly at the swiftness of the passing vans
What a day, hectic yet so divine….

24th July 2011


Walking in the narrow lanes of the old city makes me ecstatic,
It replenishes my yearning for wandering,
In the unknown spaces of these mystic lanes
It somewhere completes a story,
That remained incomplete through ages,
In the labyrinths of my consciousness
The old houses here are the faces that narrate,
The splendor of the vibrant past
Of Lords, Kings, Queens and customs
To the kaleidoscope called the old city

PS- Dedicated to my meanderings in the old parts of Vadodara....

Classrooms, notes, first love and Pratik Parmar’s Tuition

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