 On the rocky shore I sat;
watching the waves lap,
It made me think, an introspection as deep as is possible,
On how a city like Pondicherry could retain this strange tranquility.
As I walked the streets,
passing the beautiful white builings,
it took me back to how it must have been;
A french colony, crisp and peaceful.
Impeccably clean, Pondicherry's to fall in love with.
Nothing much has changed to the original,
However it remains now one half clean lines and order of the old,
mixed with the strange almost haphazard disarray of the new.
Passing the school,
filled was the air with students singing;
and what sweet singing 'twas,
so warm that it lent an aura so strong to everything around,
that made the soul rise and stir.
From a few years back when I saw Pondicherry for the first,
I remember feeling its welcome,
The breeze playing with my hair; making me feel so light,
had I wings I would take to flight,
in those clear skies........
Memorable were the moments spent watching that copper moon,
in a cloudless, diamond star studded array,
The torrent waters beneath forming spiralling pools;
Its waves crashing against the rocky fortress built to try to protect from her recent wrath,
Yet it sounds on more placid times,
like a monster sleeping peacefully somewhere.
A light gurgle, a deep sigh, sometimes a hiccup.......
Into this meditative city,
I came as a troubled soul;
Confused, hurt, desperate for peace, prepared to end it all.
I return after a mere day;
Filled with an almost alien reserve of inner strength and happiness,
Not to forget my loot from the Sunday bazaar!!!!
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