Journey was well planned to and fro in Volvos; but for the V.I.P traffic, frustrating long queues and expensive stale food in hotels with god’s name, we enjoyed every moment!
There is something mysterious with life in temple towns and nobody knows how it moves on.
The seller of ‘eyes, arms and feet’ on silver metal sheets, and the cashier at the counter counting their profits; and the grey bearded ogling old man with religious icons around his neck trying to get squeezed between women in the free bus and his observant old wife staring at his playful hands and carrying the burden of his luggage in silent anger and mute pain…!
life is something strange with the people of temple towns and is mysteriously sacred for the new pilgrims every day!
The years have passed by, In the blink of an eye. Moments of sadness, And joy has flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone. But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,
I… signed your smile while pain betrayed today’s genesis stunning relief beneath purple galaxy filaments. smile awhile, while sourwood fall atop meadows dipped mystic dew of old untolds renewing that Me… Us… running steps mountain high…valley depths saturate sweet sweat