Friday, October 22, 2010

Binsar

Water in the rhododendrons
Red tulips bunched into a heart
with sweet blood
Gleaming red, snow framed, snow like the sky
When did that giant muscle into the frame?
It believes it was always there
with its cornices, its cutting edge of time
with old rocks for crowns
Sea rocks, ocean rocks, once molten rocks
Light in the leaves
and a carpet below
new ones, thick and leafy, thick as life
The new leaves look in wonder
at the old bark, tree bark, old tree
yet young in the reckoning of ages flowing
Another scene: of a house on the edge
of a ridge that taps the sky
a waving shawl of spring colour
undulating to the edge, the house
cloaked by cedars, old deodhars
god tree, bird tree, tall tree
all the royalty old and young
look down at their hems where martens prance
- Bibek Bhattacharya

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9 comments:

Harman said...

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Sigh.

carryshare said...

i like it

Unknown said...

Totaaal
The mountains need to be sung about.

Beq said...

Thank you all :) its an amazing place

Anonymous said...

:-)

Anonymous said...

and that's what comes of loving trees! :)

Anonymous said...

and that's what comes of loving trees! :)

Purple Lilac said...

Splendid :-)

Prety Etika said...

amazing........