Friday 5 November 2021


An era lingers,
at times hides,
at time reveals
in the long corridors
of light and shade
between earthen walls
of grit and gravel
bound through time
by ethereal nostalgia;

history breezes
through the passageways,
spirals up the domes,
falls back in echoes,
clings to the arches
in an eternal scroll;
memories sparkle
in jewel-like hues
amid the rubbles
of a recalled bazaar –
an era caught and trapped
by layered ramparts
wanders at ease
in the labyrinth
unhurried, unworried
of the fleeting centuries.


*Golconda Fort, originally built in mud and later expanded using granite, is an over-500-year-old fort in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. The fortress city, during its golden era, used to be a centre for diamond trade.


  1. Golkonda - dug out from the history hiding, revealing as the poet sees; she wrote about "falls back in echoes" - in fact when one clasps his hands at the entrance the echo is still heard up on the fort, stones remain still - memories flourish .... a poem that oozes in nostalgia. WoW ..

    1. Glad that you could relate to the 'echoes' and the rest of the elements in the poem. Thank you!

  2. A poem, as would nostalgia rekindled for some.


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