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.
- © Asim Kumar Paul 02.10.2022