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6:35 AM.
My friend planned to see the upcoming "Sun" coming with full grace and glory. My friend wanted to sense the aura of this orange glory which dissolves in itself the dark color of the sky slowly and steadily.......
But as its said somewhere, "Never plan"
The moment my friend stepped on the terrace to the catch glimpse of the sweet sun, someone else was already waiting there to crush the eyes from seeing that view.......
it was DENSE AND SMOKY- fog
For a moment my friend hated that white fellow. But then suddenly, this calm, cold, chilly fog shook its hand and started to converse..........
**cold and conversations**
after these words of exchange, a sketch was framed about this fog... and it goes like this,
The dense and smoky-----fog
Feeling the nippy wind outside,
in the wintry and brunette night,
Often it comes, without one writ,
and dwell, till it desire to be off itself.
The dense and smoky,
looks jaded and expressionless ,
Still in its stillness,
pass on lots of contemplation.
One will just see, just a step away
where it stands, as still as a portrait.
But whenever trying to reach its frontage,
It budges rear and give inside ache.
Jostle someone to deem tough,
giving the impression so dull and rough
why reposition away from me??
and give a wrath look whenever I see.
Talking to its own silence,
makes one feel the same.
Breaking away the impediment,
Which one fear to converse in the end.
Its intense, misty soul,
Reflects a opinion of its own, that
In obscurity of pain of wound,
One can fight it, even with no one around …..
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer: kuber mehrotra)
6:35 AM.
My friend planned to see the upcoming "Sun" coming with full grace and glory. My friend wanted to sense the aura of this orange glory which dissolves in itself the dark color of the sky slowly and steadily.......
But as its said somewhere, "Never plan"
The moment my friend stepped on the terrace to the catch glimpse of the sweet sun, someone else was already waiting there to crush the eyes from seeing that view.......
it was DENSE AND SMOKY- fog
For a moment my friend hated that white fellow. But then suddenly, this calm, cold, chilly fog shook its hand and started to converse..........
**cold and conversations**
after these words of exchange, a sketch was framed about this fog... and it goes like this,
The dense and smoky-----fog
Feeling the nippy wind outside,
in the wintry and brunette night,
Often it comes, without one writ,
and dwell, till it desire to be off itself.
The dense and smoky,
looks jaded and expressionless ,
Still in its stillness,
pass on lots of contemplation.
One will just see, just a step away
where it stands, as still as a portrait.
But whenever trying to reach its frontage,
It budges rear and give inside ache.
Jostle someone to deem tough,
giving the impression so dull and rough
why reposition away from me??
and give a wrath look whenever I see.
Talking to its own silence,
makes one feel the same.
Breaking away the impediment,
Which one fear to converse in the end.
Its intense, misty soul,
Reflects a opinion of its own, that
In obscurity of pain of wound,
One can fight it, even with no one around …..
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer: kuber mehrotra)
Ahem! Nice one... Though, give to it more thought, there's scope for li'l beautification.
ReplyDeleteAditi, at 6:35 in the morning, u could never have seen the sunshine, even if there was no fog...
Sun rose @ 7:15, today.. Haha!
And, that pic, is of the main road?
Oh! Just look up in the mirror, u were the sun, remember?
hmm.. more beautification, hmmm, i will surely try to improve more on this one!! and yea, 6:45 :D
ReplyDeleteand pic has been taken by kuber..
and sun .. hmmm... Thanks :)
hmmm...i wouldn't know about that. I am a late sleeper. :)
ReplyDelete@yahya: this pic was also taken by late sleeper!!
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