Odyssy of Dreams 

I walked down that sunkissed path , alone was I , amongst those towering boughs , that stood lofty and statuesque. Like stallworths were they. 

I could hear them whisper , as the wind gushed past them , the sound of those rustling leaves , the whistling and sighing of the wind. It was sublime. 

The birds, all in myrid hues , sat perched up high on the branches , chirping and singing in joy. The sweet melody of the sounds.  

Farther down the path , the trees formed a canopy , as they branched out, in search of each other, and tangled , interlaced, raveled and ensnared, as if finding each other after an epoch of search. 

The path that was once sunkissed was now enveloped in a shadow , dark, mysterious and sibylline. 

And as the evening approched , the skies were filled with a crepuscular light. The skies turned from the colour of a lemon , xanthous and yellow , to the tinge of a tangerine and orange marmalade.

 Followed by hints of blush and rose, the colour of a fuschia. Now crimson and florid , suddenly turning the sky ablaze , a flame ignited into a deep amber flaring in the sky.

 

And as the sun set farther , a deep hue of amaranthine , the colour of orchids and plums ,the colour of the royals,  violacious , laschivious and euphemistic. 

And as the evening ebbed away at it was now the witching hour, the skies turned a dark black studded with  millions of silver stars. Nightfall came.

The clouds filled the sky and the fog enveloped me. The frosty haze in the gelid night. The skies burst. A cloudburst all of a sudden, catching me unawares. It was a tempest, a blitzkrig of furor and hysteria. Walking through the storm , it left me flagging and exhausted. I succumbed to the forces as i lay shattered and languished. 

Although spent , i continued on into the break of the dawn , the aurora. Before me was the first blush of the morn. As the sun rose once again, aubade, shining and resplendent

Life is an Odyssy, sometimes a march and sometimes a stroll. And for some part , we ramble on gallavanting , wandering and wayfaring. For some part it is us exploring our actuality. As the circuit of our existance continues , it is a quest for self realisation. 

For in the words of Shakespeare, ” the web of our life is a mingled yarn, good and ill together” 

 

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23 Comments Add yours

  1. yassy says:

    Awesome blog.

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou so much ! 😄

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      1. yassy says:

        Welcome 😊

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  2. Beautiful photos. Beautifully written… xo

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyouu 😄😄

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  3. Seems like a really relaxed and wonderful day. You are seriously such a good photographer too!

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyouu , yes i really love photography!

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  4. Yuvi's Buzz says:

    So beautiful pictures, especially the sunset pics are stunning! And beautifully expressed😊

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyouu !! 😄😄

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  5. Brooklyn's Corner says:

    Great photos.

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      1. Brooklyn's Corner says:

        Your always welcome.

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  6. Those birds are just incredible 😍 What a capture!! Xx

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou 😄😄

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  7. Kimaya says:

    Incredible pictures !! Loved it , awesome

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou sooo much !

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  8. Sunil Padmanabhan says:

    Fab Pics!!!

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  9. Great photos, awesome writing. Do keep it up. Hope to see more from your blog.

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    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou soo much! 😄

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