Winter Afternoons | Bhupender K Bhardwaj

Winter afternoons are terrific for their trademark light which honey down
Into every inch of space between you and the objects, for the fluttering
Of worn-out flags rippling from the masts erected on the ramparts of
The colonial sports club. They drum up the coppery leaves in the living room
Of the splayed forest into a broadening music which hypnotizes you within
The parenthesis of your bony skull. At this hour when shadows don’t want
To depart from their owners, the balding hills with their hutments appear afloat
In mid-air lost in the maze of siesta. The smells of roasted capsicum which bring
Greetings to weariness and the vision of tragic goats ambling along the undulating
Ridges sum up the essence of kindness.

The sunrays singeing your skin with patience instill faith in you
Despite the innumerable cul-de-sacs your fate pushed you into.

 


 

Author : Bhupender K Bhardwaj  Bhupender K Bhardwaj 

Indian Review | Author | Bhupender K Bhardwaj an IRTS officer, working with Ministry of Railways, Government of India. He stays in the city of Thane, a suburb of Mumbai, in India.

Bhupender K Bhardwaj is an IRTS officer, 27 years of age working with Ministry of Railways, Government of India. I stay in the city of Thane, a suburb of Mumbai, in India.

One response to “Winter Afternoons | Bhupender K Bhardwaj”

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    aditya zambre

    Please make me understand this when you meet.

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