Ghats & Lanes of Udaipur

There’s something about its glorious ghats that’s flowed over & with the time

soaking in centuries of stories & sagas imbued every bit with melodies & ragas.

The elaborate echoes of innumerable jharokhas & chhatris fills up one’s eyes

as one stands enchanted on those wearied steps amidst the many wandering souls

hoping the holy water would wash away the blues that’s seeped into the spirit.

There’s something about its syrupy streets that’s spanned around with time

steeped in the sugary smiles of its people, scented with elaaichi & malaai.

Lumbering up or tumbling down the narrow bylanes of the boisterous bazaars

reveal those little-known spots, straining out family recipes of jalebis & kachoris

perfected with time, that both fills & lightens you up as you scour for souvenirs

Pending! Until (something) happens

I waited long enough for ‘em to finish

I waited long enough for me to finish ‘em

But it’s still pending!

It’s almost finished, yet a li’l remains

I’ve almost finished, but it just regains

As if it’s never-ending!

Like a hamster on a hamster wheel

I have been running to get the better of it

But defeating it is an ignis fatuus!

And now it’s my only alibi against my inertia

My only song & dance against my hesitance

to break out of this fool’s paradise while

there’s still time, & start anew on my own