I marvel
For a moment
At the saris
Hanging in the shops
A spectacle of
Colour
Texture
Pattern
Each sari unique
Tightly packed
In the confines
Of tiny shops
Not at all unlike
The thrumming humanity
In the narrow streets
Of Chandni Chowk
Tag: markets
The Extraordinary Beauty of the Everyday
The thing about travel is
Something so everyday
As a group of friends
Hanging out on a street corner
Seems extraordinary…
…even beautiful
The thing about extended travel is
Once familiarity renders
The extraordinary as everyday
The sense of beauty in the mundane
Remains…
…and travels home with me
Moments We’ll Never Know
You with the sad eyes
Who found the glass
In this swarm of activity
And I released the shutter
Capturing your moment
Of I know not what
Tired?
Beaten down?
Or just weary
Of yet another tourist
Stealing a moment of your life
For a purpose you’ll never know
Chaos ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #275
One small moment of
Solitude in the chaos
Unladen Burdens
Frailty
To frailty
There is a power
Borne of compassion
There is a power
Borne of compassion
When compassion fails
Frailty is where the boot comes down
The hardest
Just Take It In
Sometimes
I just take it in
Don’t try to figure things out
I just take it in
Don’t try to figure things out
Sometimes
There’s just too much going on
Too many possibilities
Overwhelmed
Confused
Disoriented
So I watch
So I listen
And try not to think
Let it all settle
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Litter borne
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Surveys her domain
From lofted throne
The Queen of Chandni Chowk
Surveys her domain
From lofted throne
The Wash Beneath the Detailed Lines
I close my eyes
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Cabs stacked up
End to end
Filled with fares
Or seeking them
Crowded shops
Pedestrians
Littered streets
Swept clean by morn’
So full of life
Activity
This crowded block
Where could it be
The Roaring White Water of Being
It is a throng
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
Impossible to gauge
To comprehend
Without standing
In the midst
Feeling the flow
Feeling the insignificance
Of one more being
In this tumultuous rapids
Of being
Pix to Words 