Varanasi at dawn- this is a picture of the quieter northern ghats viewed from the boat.
Darjeeling on a clear day-the largest peak is Kanchenjunga, the world;s . The views from Gangtok are similar, but i don't have a good pic as it has been fairly cloudy here.
posted by sajir at 4:14 AM
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HI Saj
The perusal of your diary of India has so far been a literary delight to me and I can only be described as unworthy of this priviledge judging by the deficiency of my response. My interest and appreciation have however been much keener than indicated. I have certainly allowed myself enough time now to reflect upon my own remembrance of India and I thought of punctuating this voyage of yours today with a slight input of mine on the complex diversity that India, the continent, the other world, somehow awe-stuck me with.
HER
There appeared her shadow
clad in fur coat
grey
black
A suit of soot
unsuitable
Her clear green soul
of glassy jade
lay thickly screened
beneath this shield
this hovering cloud
This shroud
This dense viscus
that coughing sky
could but
its throat
clear of
The light besieged
was of radiance
that shimmered through
Sparkles of green
hands
mixed with blues
lilting along
sugar plum fairy steps
Minted alloys
of affection
of righteousness
notwithstanding
the defection
of brevity
With eyes of faith
this cloak
unbefitting
could be parted to
reveal a counterpart
hidden beauty
A beaming sun
Godly
channelling through pores
of aspiring souls
Inspiring lands
of beguiling cries
to shrug the lies
that obscure its
mystical eyes
This aperture once
transparent
much rather speaks
of psalms
and chants
quite mythical
It’s a mythology
somewhere anchored
among the roots
of a philosophy
;the text of which
belies its true meaning
;the noise of which
belies its true sounding
;the blots of which
belie its true shining
;the scars of which
belie its real feelings
Pure
A.T.
Scenery reminds me of my trip to Mount Kinabalu in Sabah, Malaysia.
Looking over from the balcony of a hotel, I still remember how the sight of tiny clusterd huts and the pleasant noise of farm animals made me wonder: what the hell was my degree certificate worth in this small world so far away, so far from the materialistic world I had been brought up in.
Scenery reminds me of my trip to Mount Kinabalu in Sabah, Malaysia.
Looking over from the balcony of a hotel, I still remember how the sight of tiny clusterd huts and the pleasant noise of farm animals made me wonder: what the hell was my degree certificate worth in this small world so far away, so far from the materialistic world I had been brought up in.
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