1 October 2014

Whispers in the Wind



The voices beckon – urgent, grave,
She leans forward – puzzled, brave,

The voices seduce – sultry, bold,
She hesitates – nervous, cold,

The wind gets stronger – swifter still,
The pressure mounts against her will,

The sun gets colder – shadows fill,
Her heart beats faster - time stands still,

The breeze surrounds her – warmth and pain,
The past takes hold of her once again,

The voices call out – insistent, old,
She turns around – unsure-hold,

The voices whisper – tender, kind,
She blinks: once, twice - all in her mind.



(Photographs taken at the Monsoon Palace, Udaipur, Rajasthan)

2 comments:

Basically Blah said...

Sigh. I love this. And the pictures too.

Mystique said...

I am delighted to hear that as my original intent was a melody that flowed seamlessly but staccato rhythm won the day instead.

Guess who else liked this one? The Sibling!!! *faints all over again*
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P.S. I hope you get to see more of Rajasthan “through my lens” before I’m six feet under et al. :-\