A dull orange lulled me to dream
Of saffron boiling in Samovars
On the streets of Gulmarg.

a convoy seems to scream 
in hushed hues of gunmetal
on the streets of gulmarg

Pamposh, yi josh kate chut onmut?
Lotus, wherefrom comes this zeal of yours?

Yours Carelessly,
A Postcard from Gulmarg

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with
Get started
%d bloggers like this: