Wednesday, September 12, 2012

PURPLE, THAT IS A SAFFRON.


Oh! they love him, the Sun
Gently and tenderly, he kisses their petals
They smile and dance
To the warmth he spreads.

 Rows and rows of saffron galore
In this small town of Pampore
A paradise within a paradise
A sight one will adore.

 As silvery night unfolds
Enhancing their beauty
Enveloped by their sweet fragrance
Its difficult to snap out of trance.
Note - Srinagar is the capital city of Jammu and Kashmir. Pampore is a small town 14km from Srinagar where saffron, the world's costliest spice is grown. Kashmir is rightly called the paradise for its scenic beauty as it is situated in the Himalayas.
Though I have not visited Pampore, have heard a lot about the saffron fields of this town. Supposed to be breathtaking in the moonlight.

 For - dVerse
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28 comments:

  1. photos by janSeptember 12, 2012 at 10:34 AM

    Great words. Sounds like a wonderful place to see! Your writing has always mesmerized me. Such talent...

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  2. Nilanjana BoseSeptember 12, 2012 at 10:38 AM

    Loved the picture you paint...great idea to celebrate Kashmir

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  3. brendaSeptember 12, 2012 at 10:53 AM

    Beautiful.. I've not been, so I will live through your evocative words.

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  4. IreneSeptember 12, 2012 at 11:10 AM

    thank you for taking me there through the magic of your words, janaki! <3 :-)

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  5. John (@bookdreamer)September 12, 2012 at 2:00 PM

    Enticing place to visit from your words

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  6. Privy TriflesSeptember 12, 2012 at 2:27 PM

    Beautifully composed... I could actually visualize those fields !

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 12, 2012 at 2:55 PM

    Dear Janaki, though you've not visited that place yet the poet in you is capable of drawing such wonderful word-picture! Yes, the heady fragrance of flowers puts a sensitive mind in a trance.
    -Portia

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  8. Brian MillerSeptember 12, 2012 at 3:52 PM

    nice...i would love to see them...sounds like a rather beautiful sight....entrancing...

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  9. MarySeptember 12, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    It would definitely be SO beautiful to see these fields of saffron. I can only imagine how impressive the view would be.

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  10. Leah GriffithSeptember 12, 2012 at 6:26 PM

    janu, you must go and see the saffron! Your poem was lovely...conjuring delicate images so soothing to my soul.
    Love!

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  11. RimlySeptember 12, 2012 at 7:52 PM

    Beautiful Janu! My brother is there in Jammu. I am sure he will make a trip to Pampore.

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  12. gautami tripathySeptember 12, 2012 at 10:04 PM

    So well written...


    swirl it round and round

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  13. SemaphoreSeptember 13, 2012 at 8:32 AM

    I can only imagine what an amazing sight those fields of saffron must be...

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  14. The PoetSeptember 14, 2012 at 9:21 AM

    Dear Poetess,
    Well, I have learned something today. If you were to stand in a field of Saffron....I will only notice you (smile). Once again, great poem my dear.

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  15. TamekaSeptember 16, 2012 at 2:05 AM

    Lovely poem. Purple is my favorite color and saffron is a definitely a tasty treat. I love this poetic space dear Janu. :-)

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