Whispering dense fog, chilly cold waves,
One minute was decided for my wait.
There came the running machine on the platform No. 2,
Shivering, holding the jacket tight, alone I stood.
With white vision all around,
The sparkling yellow dipper seemed relieving,
Silent ambience soothed my stay on the platform No. 2,
Where morning came out dissolving the evening soot.
With my gaze,
I crowded the emptiness of the platform No. 2,
With my presence,
I volunteered as the sole passenger on the move.
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer: kuber mehrotra)
The pic is arguably Kuber's best till now, and one can see the reason, why it is so!!!
ReplyDeletenice piece again....
ReplyDeletehere's your answere
http://prakhar-subterraneanhomesickalien.blogspot.com/2010/03/pseudoscience-and-existence-of-soul.html#comments
a real GUD thng to b shared agan..!! i luvd the PIC and so the elaboration in the way Aditi can..!! awesome wrk..cheers to both f ya..!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks to all!!
ReplyDeletebtw, this poem was written as a challenge given by me to myself .. I wanted to see, if given a random pic, how will I write on it!! so metro pic was chosen, which is no doubt, among kuber's best ever clicked and I gave it my shot!!
I hope, my attempt didn't fail.
Happy blogging :)
As i said, the pic's arguably his best.
ReplyDeleteAditi, you've really turned it into a delight with your "supernatural" pen... (Where did you buy it from? :-D)
Art without appropriate appreciation is like a beautiful body without great clothes! (Sidhuism)
Great work!
Well guys I can't act modest here...I have to say I am a creative genius!! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd about the poem...do I have to say something??
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