The parijata drips white-red scented rain…drip. drip, drip
The earth, kissed by the parijata rain, cracks in ecstasy
And later, the sun comes out….of a coconut shell!
But the sun can't stay long because night is ready to fall...gently plop-plop-plopping into the dew-kissed, rain-bejewelled hair of the Raat-ki-Rani...
2 comments:
Sheer poetry...your pictures as well as their captions.
Sheer poetry!
Photography and poetry rolled into one? Brilliant post!! But then, what's surprising? :-)
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