The sleepy town
Sometimes I wonder what if we engulf the future memories over past experiences, what if we just wrapped the two dimensions into a single thought perspective resulting into one eloped dwelling present, will it make sense, did anything ever did. I don't know still there's no harm in trying.
Recently I went on a trip, a trip of this sleepy town called Coorg, crossing over the manor and lush green fields, crossing over pups lakes and the charming faces. Still, I was thinking about you it's not a case of always rather say 'subtly seldom', still far more than a blue moon night... I adore you and I admire you on the cruise of my sweet blasphemy where I mischievously peek and glare at you finding reasons to glance at you, the imaginary conversations where I talk with you. I wish I could describe what I'm looking right now is surrounded by coffee plantations far more different and versatile than I ever imagined, the huge estates a tiny pocket of paradise on its own fluorescence, a placid walk in between the rain forest, the sparkling deers free and cheerful, I found them not being scared of me, poised we both smiled in all manner living. Mutual respect for our beings.
Hope I could make you feel the clouds caressing your cheeks as we moved ahead ascending into the town of serenity. The journey is beautiful and there's no harm in accepting it. I saw a lot of things on the first day including the waterfall flowing downwards as it reaches the end isn't it how it's always been...Always I didn't use to believe in it as change is the only constant yet always is something that nature understood far early then we could ever be, a cap of home-made wine maybe that's playing with my mind possibly.
Today you were wearing pink, I admire the sensibility and the simplicity of how you always dress bright colors as the frequency you emit, green, orange, red yet always a class ahead being yourself in a serene eternity.
On our arrival of the farmhouse, we did realize what is it to possess a part of the heaven the realization of being healed by the green and to be surrounded by woods, besides we had our three guards a family of our lovely dogs April, May, and June.
Subsequent days we'll go to a blissful dam, jump the fences and run from the zenith, we'll go on jeep safari tumbling and balancing with the ride, we'll starve on corn, peek with lipid coffee and drive on the road with no one to groove on any side. Will visit elephant camp with elephants at bay, deers, lakes, Buddhist monastery a swimming pool slandered by a tiny snake in between our dinner at the par hidden and preserved restaurant yet the day which stood most cherishable was Friday, the day when the town was ours and only ours it's a special feeling of having that privilege wherever you go whichever lane you take it's you and only you. I'll never forget our dinner there, where a whole kitchen was operating just for us, the whole air was ours and the city let us be the kings with all the love it had, yet I never felt the same again...The people will arrive in the coming words and my love will not be only my love anymore it'll be shared, the roads will have more cars now, there will be more people breathing, there will be someone else now to caress my trio of months they'll tread the same path as mine and that thought is baffling. I guess we humans never learned to share we love possession the right to be the privileged one, the imminent desire to feel special.
I won't talk further about you...Nor my sleepy town, there won't be further adjectives or metaphors...
I'm not ready yet, I never was nor I'll ever be, what you were except a string I could never attach, like a town which I adored in sleep, nor when it woke up again.
By-Kshitij Sinha
26/07/2019ca
Recently I went on a trip, a trip of this sleepy town called Coorg, crossing over the manor and lush green fields, crossing over pups lakes and the charming faces. Still, I was thinking about you it's not a case of always rather say 'subtly seldom', still far more than a blue moon night... I adore you and I admire you on the cruise of my sweet blasphemy where I mischievously peek and glare at you finding reasons to glance at you, the imaginary conversations where I talk with you. I wish I could describe what I'm looking right now is surrounded by coffee plantations far more different and versatile than I ever imagined, the huge estates a tiny pocket of paradise on its own fluorescence, a placid walk in between the rain forest, the sparkling deers free and cheerful, I found them not being scared of me, poised we both smiled in all manner living. Mutual respect for our beings.
Hope I could make you feel the clouds caressing your cheeks as we moved ahead ascending into the town of serenity. The journey is beautiful and there's no harm in accepting it. I saw a lot of things on the first day including the waterfall flowing downwards as it reaches the end isn't it how it's always been...Always I didn't use to believe in it as change is the only constant yet always is something that nature understood far early then we could ever be, a cap of home-made wine maybe that's playing with my mind possibly.
Today you were wearing pink, I admire the sensibility and the simplicity of how you always dress bright colors as the frequency you emit, green, orange, red yet always a class ahead being yourself in a serene eternity.
On our arrival of the farmhouse, we did realize what is it to possess a part of the heaven the realization of being healed by the green and to be surrounded by woods, besides we had our three guards a family of our lovely dogs April, May, and June.
Subsequent days we'll go to a blissful dam, jump the fences and run from the zenith, we'll go on jeep safari tumbling and balancing with the ride, we'll starve on corn, peek with lipid coffee and drive on the road with no one to groove on any side. Will visit elephant camp with elephants at bay, deers, lakes, Buddhist monastery a swimming pool slandered by a tiny snake in between our dinner at the par hidden and preserved restaurant yet the day which stood most cherishable was Friday, the day when the town was ours and only ours it's a special feeling of having that privilege wherever you go whichever lane you take it's you and only you. I'll never forget our dinner there, where a whole kitchen was operating just for us, the whole air was ours and the city let us be the kings with all the love it had, yet I never felt the same again...The people will arrive in the coming words and my love will not be only my love anymore it'll be shared, the roads will have more cars now, there will be more people breathing, there will be someone else now to caress my trio of months they'll tread the same path as mine and that thought is baffling. I guess we humans never learned to share we love possession the right to be the privileged one, the imminent desire to feel special.
I won't talk further about you...Nor my sleepy town, there won't be further adjectives or metaphors...
I'm not ready yet, I never was nor I'll ever be, what you were except a string I could never attach, like a town which I adored in sleep, nor when it woke up again.
By-Kshitij Sinha
26/07/2019ca
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