16th May ’18
(Amritsar ➡ Chandigarh➡Shimla)
Hardly slept and woke up with sore eyes. Train to Chandigarh at 5:15 a.m. We were almost late for our train. We travelled to the station with our luggage in an open rickshaw. The streets were dark. 4:30 a.m was such a desolate hour.
I am sitting near a window in our AC chair car train.
What Do Her Eyes See?
(Amritsar to Chandigarh)
Her eyes see the beauty and oblivion in sparkles
And she speaks in rhythms and treble.
She sees the sun as a pole star,
Because she is a sailor for adventure; close or afar.
She sees withered trees and fallen leaves for inspiration,
And keynotes for catalytic enumeration.
She sees the glitter of happiness on the window,
And looks out for ruins hitherto.
She sees pareidolia in factory chimneys,
And words in a medley.
She sees an unwinding path in every canal
And giants holding electric wires in tug-of-war panel.
She sees angry birds in straw huts,
And the silhouette of coal in black salt tuts.
She sees the emancipation of freedom over the horizon,
And the choir of long trees, chanting in communion
She sees the clairvoyance of her dream
And flags of milestones that guide her path with a gleam.
We begin with our Chandigarh sightseeing. First, we went to the Rose Garden. There, we saw different roses and clicked several pictures. We then proceeded to the Rock Garden. That garden was very beautiful. Many artifacts were made out of different, innovative materials. Broken plates, broken tubelight sockets etc. There was a section where it was like a nature trek with waterfalls. We kind of ‘trekked’ through the bridges and the waterfall which had an historic overlay above it. Later, we went to the Sukhna lake, where we did not stop for a long while because of the scorching hot weather. After that, we proceeded to Shimla in a Tempo Traveller.
Rock Garden, Chandigarh.
As I had to multi-task during the train journey; the same was not possible with the Tempo Traveller. So I had to type on my phone. Also, as things were zooming past really fast, I had to write it in free verse so as to account for my views and savour it too. It is not a perfect poem, just something between a free verse and prose.
Lone temples, cascading Colosseum-like stones,
Ghats swerve sight within a squint.
Expanse of valleys
And a bridge arches with grace
Trees shudder at the cliff
Fearing the abrupt
Stones hold their pace
And accompany crooked trees in an alien Salsa
My sleep fades away
As the flicker of a natural story unfolds
The humongous mountains overlap
An impossible race.
Specks of concrete bedazzled by pyramidal symmetry of gravel
Dried waterfalls depart on a spirituality
Whilst stones fight fate
Cranes devastate the natural state
I don’t know whether to turn my eyes or accept this abase
Stones harbour a tinge of pink
As intimidating trees peek at the scavengers of nature
They spread out like a peacock
But indented, by our niche minds
Leaning houses take ascent
And trees crawl over one another to achieve the pinnacle
I change my view as my family suggests
And I’m shook, and I’m in awe
I miss a few lines as I comprehend, how magnanimous is the mountainous existence;
And we, tiny entities survive in the majesty of our ego.
It is necessary for civilization to progress
But so much as to engrave nature?
An ocean of trees, elevating and depressing
A hawks eye view in a spree
A refreshing purple pigment in profound green
Followed by an embroidery in polychrome.
But it’s an irony
Because this beauty, is only possible because I too, am a cruel human travelling through the concrete
Colourful bricks obscure my sandy view
And a street amplifies the dilemma
Birds sway and flock unanimously
Just like me; devoid of forty winks
Timeskip cause I sleep lol.
The mountain is like a slumbering being
Fingers folded like hills; spiky nails
It’s an endless loop of mountains
Temple flags and proud trees
The car trembles as it thrusts upwards
And the sun accentuates the golden grass.
With a lopsided grin and wild hair unkempt
I feel truly alive; exhilarated
The entire world beneath me, the tributaries of green gold
And the peak in quest awaits
I capture the fragment in my mind’s eye
My hands oblivious of and allergic to a camera
That is just a garb though
My measly photography skills will taint the enigmatic truth, I believe
The thrill of steering at the curvy edge
Induces the wonder of the garniture of trees rooted in rocky sand
The clouds jump in the picturesque bandwagon
And send their infantry to glare at the sun
Cold air hits my city bred eyes
And my chapped lips stare at the unknown
The transparency of white shrouds the mountain head
On the contrary, the skinny trees huff and puff and trek upwards with a huddle
A galore of trees mark the map
And the illusionary dry waterfalls turn into snake-like roads
I feel omnipotent whilst casually looking at the satellite view of the world beneath
The valley where I left a part of my soul, to the point of no return.
The rays pierce away the clouds
They temporarily retreat behind the trees for a strategy
The opposite settlements are spread out like sprinkles of marble
Growing wherever they are desired; like an octopus
The sun dissipates everyone in anger
For he’s too stubborn to relinquish his throne; akin to a marionette.
Pine trees descend before me
A procession which is undoubtedly a writers paradise.
I share a coffee with the valley swallowing the sun
I sit there, entranced, an evident writer’s block, for no words can describe that beauty; deeper than the deepest abyss of thought.
It took us almost an hour to find our hotel. After several miscommunications, we found it. I was apprehensive at first but when I looked at the view – I was entranced. Diary, let me tell you, it is ‘paradise’. For someone like me, who is inspired by nature (and anime too) there is nothing better than this. Our hotel, though in a desolate area, with markets farther than 4 kilometres away, we have the BEST peaceful view. With hot coffee in my hand, I stood in my balcony and took a whiff of the breeze. DAZZLED. Some of todays account was written by me sitting in the balcony, looking at the aftermath of the sunset. I wanted to take inspiration and write, but I had to complete the previous account first. But it grew dark soon. But anyway, I wouldn’t have been able to write. Why? I said it is a ‘Writer’s Paradise,’ but but but… it’s just so beautiful, there’ll be no words to describe it. It actually induces a writer’s block. It is paradoxical. But that again is the grace of nature.
The sunset, as seen from my hotel.
*At night, after dinner, we used to meet in the hotel lobby and take strolls outside. Though it was pitch dark and the mountains looked like they had disappeard completely from the face of the earth, the breeze and the dropping temperature was something to be enjoyed. After cooling ourselves from the breeze outside, we used to come back into the lobby, chatter for some time, share a laugh or two, then go back and sleep.
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