Red Hills, near Chennai, 1969
I am a traveller
of that path
which has a beginning
but no end
I am a traveller
of that path
which has a beginning
but no end
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Bhashwati wrote:
Distance and expanse is what i thought of
And how a human life is but a speck and how the distance
between its beginning and end that is a human's journey from birth to death,
which seems so momentous to us is of no import in the unfathomable expanse of
the unknown which carries on with business as usual, regardless of all the lone
travellers that come and go.
The composition is very humbling.
Clouds, cumulus, the tree multi limbed and man all alone in
the twilight zone straddling the light and the dark, the diabolic and the
divine.
1 comment:
Travel, there is always a surprise at the end. I wonder what it is, something that awaits.
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