The road winds up the hill
Treacherous, tortuous, tiring
In search of that beacon of light
Enlightening, encompassing, ensnaring
A thick film of fog hangs down on earth
Grey, grim, grimacing
At Nature's generous endowments
Unhappy, unrelenting, unhinged
By its own melancholic solitude
Yet daring, dauntless, demandingAnswers best forgotten and buried in the past
The cloak camouflages continuum
And descends like a pall of doom
Presaged, perpetuates pretentions
Of an untimely end vulnerable
Fearful of a formidable fiasco of a futureLest it opposes all designs carefully planned
of life, love, lust and longings
Eternal.....
(Thoughts found cadence at Bhangarh, the cursed civilization in timeless wait for divine blessing)
The effortless use of cadence, alliteration and onomatopoeia has added a unique charm to the poem. I was lost in the wilderness of words and sounds......Beautiful as always!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Sunita for your appreciation and encouragement. I think the credit goes to the mystique beauty of Bhangarh
DeleteLiked the lust of lost melancholic melody that stirr up the frozen roads. And firm footed fakirs find fantasy in the realm of reality.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lovita for your poetic comment
DeleteDeserted places often bring out some strange feelings. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYes Jyoti. Strange are the feelings which emanate in loneliness
DeleteBeauty even in forlorn surroundings.
ReplyDeleteYes, true Vimala. Beauty is born out of isolation and perhaps the eternity of silence.
DeleteWonderful!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Deepakji
DeleteHave heard a lot about this place ... beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, its a place full of intrigue ....thanks for the visit
DeleteHappy to vist your blog.Liked the poem with wonderful adjectives following each line
ReplyDeleteThanks KP. Welcome anytime
ReplyDeleteVery nicely penned... this place do have an eerie vibes about it. I had been there once....and once was enough for me ;-) :D
ReplyDeleteThanks Bushra
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