My
sleep broke with the chirping of birds
I came out stretching; started walking, crushing
the forest litter under my tennis shoes,
There were stones in heaps; leaves,
snail's discarded shells, acorns...
Autumn month is untamed, wild and wilful
Rain pours, so does sunshine!
It was a perfect walking weather
crisp, clean and cool, away from the
tourist-laden curves of the Hill Station,
There were larks singing high up in the skies
Frogs croaking, as if searching for the chipmunks, squirrels
Rain clouds armed with a longbow; O', impulsive nature took my heart!
My feet continued crunching through the fallen leaves
Crunch Crunch Crunch...
The bees went on buzzing cheerfully
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...
A gaggle of clucking hens exploded over the lush earth
cluck...cluck...cluck..
the forest litter under my tennis shoes,
There were stones in heaps; leaves,
snail's discarded shells, acorns...
Autumn month is untamed, wild and wilful
Rain pours, so does sunshine!
It was a perfect walking weather
crisp, clean and cool, away from the
tourist-laden curves of the Hill Station,
There were larks singing high up in the skies
Frogs croaking, as if searching for the chipmunks, squirrels
Rain clouds armed with a longbow; O', impulsive nature took my heart!
My feet continued crunching through the fallen leaves
Crunch Crunch Crunch...
The bees went on buzzing cheerfully
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...
A gaggle of clucking hens exploded over the lush earth
cluck...cluck...cluck..
It was a morning borne upon a tide of music
The
delight of walking, the deliciousness
of
the cacophonies tucked inside my ears
created magic
created magic
Inspiration gleamed in my eyes...
I started whistling to their tunes
became more alive, more real…
A part of it was written in kasauli sitting outside a Himachal Pradesh Govt Resort...
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda....
A part of it was written in kasauli sitting outside a Himachal Pradesh Govt Resort...
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| I was deeply moved when Blogadda featured it as a WOW post...!!! |
What a dreamlike morning it was!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully captured too, Panchali, in some ways better than a photograph..'coz we don't have sounds there!
Thanks Amit, for the inspiring comment!! I am so pleased!:)It was indeed a mysteriously beautiful morning amidst those mighty mountains!:)
Deleteआप की लिखी गयी सारी कविताओ में एक तरह का सस्पेंस, एक तरह का रोमांच चलता रहता है, मै कितनी भी में जल्दी रहू मुजे हर चीज गौर से पढनी पड़ती है इस ब्लॉग पर आने पर, हर बार तारीफ करूँगा तो तो आप को लगेगा की, ये तो हर बार की कहानी है, हिंदी में कमेंट लिखने की वजह यह है की मै जो कहने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ उसके मायने अंग्रेजी में न बदल जाये, वैसे भी अंग्रेजीमें मेरा हाथ थोडासा तंग है, अपने पाठको को इतना सताना ठीक नहीं है १ हफ्ते में १ पोस्ट पढने का हक़ तो बनता ही है
ReplyDeleteHarry की तरफ से धन्यवाद्
Lucky...A writer must bring the reality to the surface. Your comment shows that I succeeded in doing this,..even if partially.Whoa! What a compliment..your comment has certainly added value to my blog. And I don't know how to thank you enough..:))))
DeleteComment hindi mein ho, yah, angrezi mein---apka yahan aana aur honsla badana, merey liye bahut badi baat hai!I am touched n grateful, Lucky!Readers like you make blogging easy.
Hats off for being what you are...And btw, your blogs do not show your weakness at all. You're humble :)))
Thanks a bunch!
Amazing lines... I have heard a lot about Kasauli's beauty but you have managed to recreate it's magic beautifully in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThe picture adds to it charm :)
ME! So good to have you always!:)I started to write but had to leave in between for several months. The poem is modified part of it. Glad you enjoyed. Thanks so much for the wonderful comment. I am thrilled!!
DeleteYeah...the pic is from the net. Good nah?:)))
You write very nicely...expressed very nicely
ReplyDeleteThanks Ranjana for the implied kudos...means a lot to me:))) Thanks a million!
DeleteI felt as if I was walking with you! Such powerful narration this was! :) Beautiful, as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch, Akanksha. That was a wonderful review. I needed to know this.:)) You made my day!!:))
Deleteoh..the cacophonies created magic within me too as i read through the crunchiness of the leaves and buzzing of bees!! spellbound!
ReplyDeleteWow...princess! You heard the cacophonies...I can clearly see :D
DeleteI am glad you could identify with the sounds. This was a small experiment, so I needed the feedback.
Thanks so much :))
Kasuali is a beautiful place , I worked there for a couple of years before i came ot uk :)
ReplyDeleteand that is a beautiful poem loved it
Bikram's
Bikram,
DeleteIndeed, Kaauli is a beautiful place. I have been there twice and would love to go back once again!:)
Wow, so you stayed in kasauli? Cool... I can still feel the cool breeze and the wayward mist that wrapped me when I was walking breathlessly up the hills :D
Glad you liked the poem, Bikram! Thanks a ton :))
very felt write....enjoyed...the imageries are beautiful....:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreeja...Trivial incidences are sometimes the turning point in our life. Thanks for the wonderful feedback :))
DeleteIt's like a song..I could visualise how it would be :) Beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWhoa...that's a wonderful compliment, FIF... It is most satisfying.:)))xoxo
DeleteYour poem is as refreshing as morning breeze.....Lovely one on beauty of Wild!
ReplyDeleteValli....wow, coming form a poet, it means a lot!Good to see you. glad you enjoyed.:))))
DeleteI thoroughly enjoyed the feel and could actually relate to it all.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely created story..
Thanks Manjulika. Feel happy to read your comments.Thanks for your kind words re...xoxo
DeletePanchali
ReplyDeletethe same comment that I always give you beautiful as always ---
and this one takes us to kasauli----my dream vacation ---don't know when
love
rajni
Rajni... Glad you enjoyed reading this. Yes, some lines touch reality.:)) You must visit the place, if you've never been there!
DeleteThanks:)
I remember so well all our summer holidays spent in various hill stations!! Nothing quite like walking outside in the crisp mountain air!!
ReplyDeleteRoshni...I am glad you liked this... specially liked the 'memories' it gave you... made me feel happy. :)))Oh, yes... I so love exploring mountains,enjoy taking a walk through the trails :))
DeleteThanks a bunch for the time n comments :))
You have captured the spirit of the scene in these beautifully written lines.It makes one wish to be there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog and for the kind commments
KP...Thank you for you words of appreciation.You are most encouraging. Thank you once again. :)))
DeleteWell, I am glad your comment took me over to your space.I wanted to get into ur follower list...but, couldn't locate the link on your side bar.
Anyway, now I am subscribed to your blog.:D
:))
That was so beautiful. The change of pace and rhythm in every verse added to the spring in the air!
ReplyDeleteDeepak, What a lovely thing to say...! Thank you for this warm comment...:)))
Deletehey darling it was beautiful ......"dil dhoondta hai...fursat ke atleast din"...lolzzzzz
ReplyDeleteHey goddess....that's such an apt number for this piece...and the following lines are even more appropriate :))
Delete'Barfeeli sardiyon mein kisi bhi pahaad par
Waadi mein goonjti hui
Khamoshiyaan sune
Aankhon mein bheege bheege se lamhe liye hue
Dil dhoondta hai
Phir wohi fursat ke raat dinmy' ---aah, Gulzar Saab weaved magic with the haunting voice of Bhupinder singh.:))
Thank you,
Beautiful awakening.
ReplyDeleteIndeed...that was a bit of introspection and I thoroughly enjoyed myself writing this.. ) )
DeleteThanks much, Rajesh.
There is nothing like a morning close to nature where you become one with the jungle. Beautiful lines and I am getting repeatative with my feed backs :)
ReplyDeleteGhaz...the motivation for this was nature and hills...!! I strolled along serenely, I guess, walking inspires and promotes poetry :P
DeleteRemember these lines..?
" I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.." ---William Wordsworth
Thanks for the lovely feedback :))
A fine poem of lovely moments. This perhaps one of the best:
ReplyDeleteFrogs croaking, as if searching for the chipmunks, squirrels
Rain clouds armed with a longbow; O', impulsive nature took my heart!
Dave King, I am pleased that you liked the treatment. Thank you for your visit and compliments. Coming from a poet of your stature, it means a lot :)
DeleteI hope you will visit again... :)))
Thank you.
@Panchali Di Beautiful
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend.
Rupam...Its been long since I saw you on my space. You were missed..! :) Thanks for the encouragement...:))
DeleteYou have a nice weekend too :)))Thanks!
Ma'm just love your poems, especially on nature. You paint such beautiful picture with your wonderful words. :)
ReplyDeleteAkshay...Thanks for the very valuable feedback. I can see, you read to the last line, as you do each time... :)))Thanks a ton, for your encouragement and support....
DeleteBeautiful Panchali! Loved it! Absolutely!
ReplyDeleteJayashree, Thank you for that lovely comment. It is MOST gratifying to win a pat on the back from someone you admire....
DeleteThank you so so much...:))
Hills are always beautiful, giving us city dwellers a slice of nature with all its bounty... loved the poem.
ReplyDeleteMeenakshi, Your comment is of course the cherry on top. Thank you for your very 'sedate' words of appreciation...means a lot:))))Oh, in walking we unbound...and that's what happened to me!! Glad you enjoyed~
DeleteThank you,
Wonderful visuals...love the serenity, the loveliness.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that lovely comment, Mohana.:)) Coming from a poet...it means a lot!:))
DeleteThanks!
Panchali,
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written, as always. I couldn't stop laughing at the description "tourist-laden curves of the hill station". Perhaps you are in such a state of happiness that the ugly crowds are described in such a gentle manner.
Cheers,
Sabyasachi
Sabyasachi...LOL...Anger poems cover topics like hate, activism and change. My mind . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My thoughts were high n mighty on the hills. So, I was alienated from the ugly world completely!This should be a good topic to write on. I must write on the concrete jungles next time....! Good idea! hahaa...
DeleteThank you for your visit and kind words. I hope you will visit again...
Cheers!
Welcome Panchwali!
ReplyDeleteI always admire your beautiful posts.
They are great.
A photo? very interesting!
Thank you for visiting my blog!
Thank you for your comments are always so nice!
Regards
Lucja...I am glad you liked this.. Thanks for the visit and lovely comment... :))Many thanks for being here again..:))
DeleteLove,
I'm sorry, was supposed to be Panchali!
ReplyDeleteLapsus.
awww...no issues! Thanks for coming back, Lucja :))
DeletePanchali that was an excellent description of the hillside-i too love the hills.This poem tells me that you were drunk with nature---no better wine than this.
ReplyDeleteIndu..."drunk"??? hahaa.... indeed nature-drunk n that's the best wine ever!:))I admire delicate nature!
DeleteThanks so much for the lovely comment!
Haven't been to Kasauli, and I envy how well you write poetry!
ReplyDeleteRachna, ...And we all envy your ability to have that versatility in writing! Your posts are ALWAYS fabulous!If you have never been to Kasuali...do plan out a trip. It is a beautiful place :)
DeleteThanks!
Lovely imagery!:)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my post, Tarang. Glad you liked the sentiments coming through the lines..:) Hope to see you more...
DeleteThanks a lot!
Beauty Ji! Hp is one place I love to bits! :)
ReplyDeleteKappu...yes, HP is beautiful, but shimla is slowly becoming ugly! But, Kasauli, kufri are still romantic.
DeleteThanks re...
What beautiful lines and such picturesque words....amazing poem, ma'am. I loved the hourglass shape the first two stanzas make.
ReplyDeleteNew here, following you now.
Regards from
Dreams n Drama
Welcome to my space, Swarnali :)) Strangely, I didn't notice the hourglass shape until you took me there! Good to find an observant reader on this space...thanks re..
DeleteThanks for the warm comments and for the follow....xoxo
Going over to your space now :D
Hope to see you more on these pages....
You have described this scene in great detail! A lovely write.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary :)) I am glad you took time to read this. Will be back to Poet's United soon :) Somehow, I have not been writing poetry lately....suffering a block perhaps :((
DeleteThanks a bunch:)
Panchali, I understand the 'block.' But I am glad you linked this...I have enjoyed looking at your other writing too. Smiles!
DeleteThanks Mary,Good to know that you enjoy reading my stuff :) I am delighted :D
DeleteWow. I am ready to go for a walk and just keep walking. Thanks for writing poetry; I hope you suffer no more from a block.
ReplyDeleteGreat...go ahead and hear the screams, Libby. Good to see you here.
DeleteThanks:)
You've inspired me to go for a walk. I have acres of desert just beyond my wall. I shall head there now!
ReplyDeleteKim, you said you have 'acres of desert'..? Where are you from?? Lucky you...!!Take a walk and share your experience with us, please!!
DeleteThanks for being here:)
enchanting sights and sounds!
ReplyDeleteAah...you heard me right! Thanks for reading it so well, Abin. Thank you.
Deletethank you for sharing your walk in such a clear and beautiful way. Sounds beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful recollection of what sounds like a magical excursion.
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