Between Walls and Leaf-Blades
Poem and Images : Nirmala Mayur Patil
my travel story is of the kind
where i take afternoon strolls in my own aangan.
losing myself for hours in the diverse language,
of colour, smell and song all around me.
hearing the deep notes of the wind singing between palm fronds,
smelling the fragrance of fallen jasmine mingling with wet earth,
meditating upon crumbling walls covered in moss,
stopping to have conversations with sunlight resting stilly on leaf blades
and feeling my own existence dissolve.
as if in losing myself to this sky, this wind, this sunlight and this old green earth,
slowly, i reveal myself to me.