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Ah, la belle Paris

September 16, 2014

rupamahindraanand

Paris
cascades magically as Life,
onto streets and sidewalks,
unfolding a kaleidoscope
of moments strung in quick succession, into a memento.

The journey is comfortable,
watching the Hindu Kush,
from thousands of feet high
inside the flying machine,
arriving at the hotel,
small, neat, contained.

Time spills into experiences
eager to be experienced,
to savor the City.
Funny, that past glories and deeds
of human thought and endeavor
are experienced only in the Today…
Living through
the veins and arteries
of the people, as
history,
wars,
culture,
art,
music,
literature,
architecture,
cuisine,
fashion,
the Melba toast and Peach
of numerous stories…of what
happens with the who’s who…

The cobbled stones carry
the imprint of walkers who have
laughed,
cried,
fought,
danced,
sung,
written,
painted,
imagined,
thieved,
loved,
romanced,
dreamed,
and contemplated.
Drunk and sober alike…
They now carry mine and
probably yours.

Oh Yes, the
Parisian air waltzes with –
opulence and chic,
churches and cathedrals,
palaces and catacombs,
politics and emperors,
bistros and tearooms,
museums and art houses,
symphonies and orchestras,
technology and inventions,
architecture and chimneys,
jazz and opera,
cinema and can-can,
lamp posts and rain,
sunsets and clouds,
trains and metro stations,
avenues and boulevards,
chinchilla and lipstick,
the trendy and the hip,
hard work and opportunity,
beauty and creative impulse,
a carousel of Life –
whirling around the Seine…

Breathing it all –
and of course, tasting
the coffee and crème brûlée,
seated on quaint little chairs, jammed together, in cafés,
facing the City.

Ah Beautiful Paris, maybe, I’ll return..
Maybe, I never left..
Soon this will be a memory,
then a single thought,
that too will vanish into the vastness,
leaving no trace at all.
Was I ever here?
Did all this happen? I will never know!

February 21st 2014
At the feet of Masters
from whom I learnt to appreciate the wonder of It everywhere.

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