A Memento

                      

            

A  memento

```````````````````````

                       

                         - Gargi Mishra

Sit by my side in  the quiet  of this day 

I will open up   the  dairy if I may

unfolding my visit to the unknown continent 

Crammed with images, colours, feathers, scraps, notes 

And endless questions scribbled back to front

That I had on my mind during my stay...

Question which was redundant 

Like a losing star

Engulfed by cosmic cannibalism

I brought you those  painful moments

Which got knocked out by a mysterious play of power....

Listen my friends,

I brought 

Some rustic easiness and

Soulful music that the country  gave me away

That everyone being through little hell

 Yet everything is going to be okay...

Behold...

My tired little feet never before in control 

They got wet from some of the world's

most fascinating rivers and oceans 

I dried them in the arid deserts 

And frozen  them in the tranquility of the pole

Brimming

with the pastoral beauty where the bluebells sway 

I captured the mooing, the barks, the growls and the howls of the animals from the herd

Located an  whole exhausting day' s ride away.....

A handful of mild sun rays and soothing moon beam

From the portion where the sun sinks slower and lower than our land

Here are some  worn out brushes that made world' s most famous painting

from the rich museums and Churches of Renaissance which display sharply chiselled and sculpted idols for you

I brought some pigments from those paintings in my fingers some white and some ultramarine blue....

Some chilled air and liquefied snow in a jar 

Feather of the spotted birds fluttering and rising on the breeze from mountainous terrain

The chirp I can mimic and make you listen after a dreamy afternoon rain 

Tunes of the pied piper as we moved along the sidewalk

A sketch of the outside small town greeting us with grace and people as they talk

The zigzag narrow streets where we got lost in the maze

Dozens of shops  grocery, bakers, medicine and photo studios and beverage....

Clouds of milky dust billowed up around the city sky

A  hug from piero, the hotel manager, bidding us goodbye

a coin thrown in the fountain, wishing us goodluck

A cluttered room sending a mellow miss you with it's ticking clock ..

Before I leave this part of the world where I could never fit  in...

I want you all to go through this diary where it's all written.