Perceptions and Journeys

The paths were like no other

That one would see

Or feel

Around this time of the year

There were monotones of white

And grey

That reflected the golden hues

Of the chiming sunrays

There were also

The marvels of green and blue

From the trees of hope

And the brighter skies too

And tinges of that charming purple

And orange

When the sun peeked across

From the horizon

The beautiful orange spelled

Mystical hymn of things

both spoken

And hidden

For it is all about

The way we perceive

The way our eyes see

And then there is the journey

That our senses take

As we weave

These perceptions in the basket

Of our thoughts

And that is not a journey

That everyone takes equally

There is a journey for you

And another for me

And the paths

Have never been like any other.

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A little back story:

In an event, 3 prompts were given to write a poem within a stipulated time. The prompts were:

1. Any book that you like

2. Any sense (sight, smell, and so on)

3. An occasion (Christmas or New Year's).

I wrote the piece in about 10 minutes. To preserve the essence and spirit of the event, I didn't revise or review the writing. In no way. Not a single word.

So, it is as it was... raw and unfiltered.

My choices:

1. Around the world in 80 days (the journey and the perception of time zones)

Jagyanseni (A well known saga narrated from another perception/ through the journey of that person)

2. Sense: Sight, sense of feeling

3. Both occasions.

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