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....