Jaigad
I still remember That traffic snarl from Ratnagiri – And our detour to Jaigarh The last fortress Overlooking a river Ruins everywhere Yet a vision to the sea That expansion to breathe A beautiful, moody day, We did not speak a word - Just your tresses blowing In monsoon’s benevolence And I framing those moments Did Life know better than us? Perhaps it did - In its prescience Sometimes it turns gracious It grants little hidden moments Tiny jewel boxes Meant to be opened In the distant future Only then the gems sparkle - But if precocious, the box Will seem to contain Reflections of our own emptiness We who both loved The melancholy of the monsoons The foray to the fortresses Needed another trek Perhaps without the rains But with the redemption of the clouds The forgiveness of the sea breeze And the sense of conquest And Jaigad appeared – The ‘citadel of victory’ – ‘Come...
