This poem is from a set of two travel memory poems first published in Cafe Dissensus Everyday.
A window opens through time
scented by Deodars and Pines,
as I lie on the wooden balcony of our cottage
my eyes linger on the shadow stencils
of the Dhauladhars rising beyond the valley,
the leaves murmur as the breeze tugs at them,
the sun, forgetting to set,
filters through the swaying branches
and meanders along forgotten paths,
a twist of smoke rises to meet the sky,
I breathe deeply, eyes closed,
inhale the aromas that we once shared,
the crackling warmth of wood stove,
the tang of our salt-laced bodies
with their steam rising into the stillness
like the echo of dreams haunting this house,
outside my window time advances slowly
Such beautifully enticing words carved to ignite the soul with freshness. Love it.
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Thank you so much for always appreciating.
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Beautiful Ma’am.
Can I call you didi?
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🙂 yes, of course you can. I would love that. Thank you.
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Thanku didi ❤
Mujhe training do na kisi din writing improve karne ki.
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🙂 Improve karne ke liye lots and lots of reading and then equal measures in writing. Only that helps. Reading will open doors to many things.
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