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ODE ON DARJEELING (my place)

Published June 17, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo

The twisted roads and the high cliffs,

The blue sky kisses the mountains stiff.

From a distant afar the green or the blue

(I do not know the colour to describe that hue)

The colour of the emerald embedded hunchback

That dawns with blue, reigns in green till swallowed by the power of black.

Or could it be the angels mirth

To carve Heaven in the womb of the Mother Earth?

 

The beauty of the hills to see

Is such another ecstasy!

The hypnosis of the fair to know

The allurement starting from the sky and ending on tea gardens below.

The joy of nature plays in the eye

When trees begin to ‘illusionise’ in contrast to the sky.

When over the crown shines the golden fire

From Heaven looks like topaz shining above sapphire.

When Eos arise to mark another day,

One can hardly know the difference in May.

Four different seasons in the course of calendar

To this beautiful hills do the weather surrender,

Could it be summer without a heat

Or a winter with it?

Could it be the rainfall accompanying the spring?

Oh! The mysteries of a beautiful Darjeeling.

 

When the chaos of Heaven’s pour down transparent blood

From within the windows do people hear the heavenly sod.

Who knew the battles of the invisibles could be cheated

When God himself uses the lightning against the undefeated.

The heavenly blood pours down

In the closest realm of the crown.

The skiey battlefield gets cleared

And mortals and subjects arise no more feared.

With the mortal eye look at the queen!

Shining in glory as though it was her victorious win!!!

She stands tall and proud

The mountains behind are her enemies shroud.

She stands distinct from the rest

As she is the blue-blood of magnificent Everest !

 

When the Golden object reaches the west

Had it’s authority nearly under arrest

The tired fire is the brightest thing

To see in the surreal evening.

The clouds are golden and so is Heaven

The evening blessed by the beauty of color seven.

The crimson light from the golden overflows

And to the plains,the hills, the mountain’s bestows

Arm in arm do they unite

To bid goodbye and welcome the night.

To break the friendship of Heaven and Earth who dares?

For they preach love and beauty are greatest when shared.

 

The tiny stars appear

In the sky and hills as though a reflection in the mirror

The darkness cannot consume Darjeeling

For in this town the stars share it’s siblings.

Tokyo,New York or London

Could ever witness this phenomenon.

This small town of love and affection

Couldn’t be defined less than Heaven’s reflection.

If you ask me how am I sure of this?

An atmosphere likely of Angel’s kiss?

I would not be able to tell so well

As to who else would believe in a fairytale?

 

When God said ‘’let there be light!’’

It turned out to be the morning, evening and the night.

All the shades between black and white

Have found its glory in my curvy heights.

What magic used in ‘’thunder, lightning or the rain’’

Or what song inspired Keats to write a Nightingale?

The best of what is known is unknown

Everything is greater than what it’s shown.

‘’….. unheard melodies are sweeter’’

And adding colours, music and hues to the picture,what we imagine is,but, half a rapture.

 

Come by a region where nature sings

Of people,place,tress and buildings.

The chiming clock and the bells fine ringing

You feel the place and it is Darjeeling.

The icy wind could caress your senses

And make your experience more intense.

Like the first page of the first book you ever read

Highly likely a kingdom where a Princess and a Prince would wed.

Come by a kingdom that you should see

And be amazed to find it in a democracy.

Come by to figure the warmth of the cold

And hear the stories never told.

It could be the angel’s mirth

Creating Darjeeling in the womb of the Mother Earth.

The uncorrupted serenity

Could be easily mistaken for eternity

But it is no Heaven

For Heaven is impossible to describe with a pen..

What could it be then?

 

The wisest would try to solve

The mysteries of love and why the Earth revolves.

As for a native like me

It is more than a realm producing tea and more than what you see.

It is not about what drives on wheels

But more about what this place makes me feel,

It is not about what to solve

But more about falling in love,

It is not about a religion or a song

But knowing where I belong.

It is all about what is real

And my Queen stands imperial,

With prisoners in forest chains

And divine blood running through her vein.

With the brightest aura and the strangest architect

She blissfully nurtures all her subjects.

I wouldn’t trade my ‘this-moment’s-feeling’

So heavenly and blissful given by Darjeeling.

She is the queen and I am the daughter

Her name and my name is pretty much not ‘’writ on water’’

 

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Much little of everything

Published June 17, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo

           I am starting a blog today and I am aware that I am just one of the numbers in this virtual world of blogging. NOTHING SPECIAL.

        If the synonym of ‘mess’ can be ‘combination’ then I fit into the word, EXACTLY. You will see me as a messed up girl, very pessimistic at times and in an hour i am a jolly optimistic all ready to go out with friends. I wonder who’s in control of Me, Myself and My existence? If I were to control myself by myself (as some typical quotations preach) then I wonder what’s the tough and the tricky part where I am completely clueless and oblivious. Anyway I am talking to you ATM if you exist anyway cause now again I wonder if ‘’talking to the walls’’ is actually a true statement (referring to facebook wall, just saying it in brackets if my words fall short of wits).

       I am not a de facto writer. I am more of a desperate artist, literally sensitive but lacking a clear cut passion. If reading and writing are complimentary then I am a disparage to this notion…..i am not much of a reader but more of a writer and much more of a poet. In anyway I have not been in harmony with stratas of my self – discovery programme.

            I was postponing my idea of opening a blog because I was looking for my passion and inspiration….and as a confused mess I had to ask my friends and acquaintances in regard to the subject that I should confine my virtual boundary. I got answers like ‘’fashion’’ ‘’poetry’’ ‘’traditions’’ etc and honestly I am just average in everything and to ‘stand-out’ is the law of social excellence right? So I decided to bunk the idea as I saw people I know coming up with great blogs in their respective field of merit and arête.

               Then some kind of realization dawned on me- I have to be myself and express the way I am TODAY. No not tomorrow, not next week or next month. We fear the ‘today’s’ and ‘tomorrow’ feels safe because we don’t have to make any decisions. This thought made TODAY my inspiration For some people I am an ace in the dozen and for some I am just flawed. This link in your toolbar opened today is a ‘’half-empty half-full’’ perception. You can read/unread my blog as nothing or you can assume it as everything, a much ado about nothing or a little about everything.

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