A
MORNING AT KANYAKUMARI
It
is a moment of magic and music. The horizon lets the sun enter above the vast
ocean, with sunlight pouring down the earth, allowed for our eyes’ vision, that
extends towards rich inner happiness, transparently shining, and I want to see
it till my last breath. Two monuments of two great men, Swami Vivekananda
Memorial Rock, and Sculpture of Tamil Poet and Philosopher, Thiruvalluvar, are architects,
seen like natural span of human creation as hopes and treasure for world peace,
visible in the sun-rise.
A
MORNING ON THE DAL LAKE
I
look in the sky, I do not find the sun, but see the outer line of the clouds
that is illuminated, like wings of a bird, showing that the sun is behind the clouds, as
if the sun summons the clouds to hide its body, meaning that what is beauty is
sometimes to be hided, for broader ambition, different from region to region,
at different times, so as to breakaway a territory in nature’s whims, that has already
sometimes created by us, and now we are on the threat of climate change, that
we cannot avoid, but we feel it is not the heaven’s brilliant act, and yet we
live in belief that we are moving on the path of God. Here it is real clouds,
as here all are living in natural life, preserved like old Lake in watery
vibes, not with extreme duress around the Lake with big roads like four lane,
six lane, or eight lane formula till date. A little Kashmiri boy takes his
little boat and an open oar in his hands to go on Lake Water, to buy bread for
morning breakfast, heading for a grocery shop which is stationed on a boat on
water.
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© Asim Kumar Paul 02.10.2022
