Sunset at Singara house
Poem
Went out for a long drive.
120 km, up-and-down.
To a Hanuman temple,
on a hilltop,
out of town.
On my way back,
we stop at Singara house,
our favourite tea-samosa shop.
On it's sturdy old teak benches we sit.
Slats of dying sunlight,
enter just at the perfect angle.
In those fleeting brownian beams,
everything feels perfect,
albeit for 2 minutes,
before the ethereal beams change angle,
as the red orb sinks further down.
Strangely alive,
those beams carried a prophecy,
meant only for that moment.
For in those brief seconds,
everything was as it should be.
Everything aligned,
everything now.
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~ Shubham Upman
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Some stills from the Mahaveer (Hanuman) chowra temple (didn't take pics of Singara house unfortunately) :
Have a good day :)
Loved the temple. Reminds me of the temple, as school kids, I and my younger sister would go in and sit inside, cool as an AC room, under a huge sprawled peepal tree. Loved the poem too. Envied you too. For such trips to such quiet temples beneath peepal trees.
I read this as if I'm there. I miss the feel and energy.