i miss the crimson indian skies
the warm summer breeze
the colorful crowds
the way we talked with ease
i miss standing by the green river
watching gray elephants congregate
red thunder lilies in your garden
white jasmine flowers on your golden gate
i miss the morning temple sounds
mangoes and tender coconuts
cuckoos and koels
something somewhere hurts
i miss the dark loud monsoons
scorching white heat
walking to your home
red kolhapuri sandals on my tired feet
i miss the ivory tea lights
bocelli singing for us
our midnight conversations
on life and running away from happiness
Photo Credit: Pink Pangea (Kerala, India).
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Extraordinarily beautiful images.
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Thank you 🙂
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In reality too…they were beautiful images…thank you.
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fantastic, Sobhana… I didnt know that there is a poet inside you:)
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There’s a poet in all of us 🙂
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Happy you liked it “-)
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I love it. I reads with such ease. It relaxes me.
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Glad you loved it 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Happy you loved it 🙂
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Beautifully descriptive conjuring up a fabulous vision of a place.
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Thank you…it is interesting how some places and moments stay with us no matter how far we go. I was in India not too long ago.
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Thank you 🙂
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