Category Archives: Clips From Vagabond Trips

Queen’s Own Country

Cotswold, UK Countryside

Basking in the greenery, soaking in the scenery

Once more the queen’s own country beckoned me,
With unabashed glee I flocked to the flower like a bee,
Soaking in the beauty through each day I spent,
I had no idea where slippery time went.

This time I followed the road less travelled, to bask in the glorious greenery, 
Where the goats grazed and the Angus gobbled, I sought to soak in the serene scenery.
If you think your brain is burnt and fried,
I would urge you to head to the English countryside,

Broadwell, Bourton-on-the-water, Upper & Lower Slaughter,
Places stopped by time but still stand magically forever after,
Watch the tussle between the shy sun and the cumulus clouds unfold,
With each round of Surya’s victory, the brown cottage walls were ablaze in gold.

Cycling through the 50 shades of green,
It’s hard not to forget all thoughts so mean,
How can the unkind demons remain when you spot Shaun the Sheep,
Lazing on the soft emerald bed, snoring so sedate in dream deep sleep.

Mindlessly meandering the original flushing meadows,
Your imaginary foes no longer casting non-existent shadows,
It’s a place not by far the moo’s last sigh,
It’s a place where you can let your thoughts & imagination fly.

It’s a place where patience and politeness,
Are not as illusory as the monster Loch Ness,
Where children learn not to lie and cheat,
Even after they stand on their big two feet.

Queen’s own country, where the sun is shy, and the weather never dry, 
Yet you wonder why you bid goodbye with such a happy high.
Maybe the answer lies in their scrumptious scone,
Or maybe it doesn’t, but you’ll surely remember the taste long after you’re gone. 

Bus Stop at Broadwell, Cotswold

Bus stop @ Broadwell, Cotswold

Bourton-on-the-water, Cotswold

Bourton-on-the-water, stopped by time but still stands magically forever after

Cottage in Upper Slaughter, Cotswold

Walls ablaze in gold

UK Countryside

Can you spot Shaun the Sheep?

You can take the full virtual tour here – https://www.facebook.com/sandeep.burman.100/media_set?set=a.10153658647602360.1073741836.697047359&type=3

Trincomalee

Had a whale (literally) of an Easter weekend @ Trincomalee.                                                        Thought I’d share it in the form of a poetree.

Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me,
Of the world that we forget to see.
Of the beauty that cannot be painted,
And the miracles that we take for granted.

I always did wonder where the sun hides at night,
Till I saw him emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light,
Like a gracious hero every night he gives way,
For the moon to paint the sea shimmering silver with her ray.

Hypnotic canvas laid, she then put on her greatest most dazzling act, 
A performance for which with us she seems to have a pact,
Swallowing herself, only to teasingly reappear,
Reminding me, the miracles of the universe are truly beyond compare.

The joy of feeling the wind on your face,
Is also cause for immense praise,
Whether while riding at your own pace,
Or simply basking by the moonlight in raptured daze.

The gentle caress of the wave,
Is not much unlike how lovers would behave,
Lovingly stroking your body as if to apologize once more,
For the hurt she caused in the winter of 2004.

One morning I ventured far into the sea,
Torpedoes I thought were coming at me,
But if torpedoes were as harmless as a sperm whale,
Then would it not be a beautiful world to sail?

Where else will you find deer grazing so free?
Or a peacock perched by an open tree?
The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv,
That is inspiration enough for anyone to live.

Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me,
Of the many colours of the sea,
Of the beauty that cannot be painted,
And the miracles that we should not take for granted.

                                                                                                    

Here are visuals to the verses.

 

Trincamolee

Beauty that cannot be painted (from verse 1)

Sunrise @ Trincomalee

Saw the Sun emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light (from verse 2)

 

Full moon over Trincomalee

Moon painting the sea shimmering silver wither her rays (from verse 2)

Sprem whales in Trincamolee

Whale Tale (from verse 6)

Trincamolee

Deer grazing so free, peacock perched by the tree (from verse 7)

Lord Shiva, Koneswaram Temple

The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv, is inspiration enough for anyone to live (from verse 7)

Last but not least a word on Chaaya Blu,                                                                                                  A staff always smiling and a view so true,                                                                                                   The days passed by, I knew not how my time flew.

Chaaya Blu, Trincomalee

View from Chaaya Blu, Trincomalee