The Gypsy Lens is here. Pictures that I have taken during my travels will be added as and when I find time.

“If you should ever ask of me,
Nilgiris - The Blue Mountains Where in this world I would rather be. If you should search my face for signs
The Western Ghats                                                                                                       Of close held secrets, like hoarded wines,
  Cool, in the deepest cellar of my mind.
Montana                                                                                                   Then glance in these window eyes
And you will find a picture of...

There shall be within that vision
Of remembrance, a quiet lea.
A place we knew, a summer's lane
     Where once we strayed.

Its borders dappled with yarrow, willowherb
And the shade of a slumberous Oak.
Dreamquiet in the noonday heat...

For did we not declare with fervour meet,
Heaven is now, is with us
In this very place?...

The remembering brush paints unmoving clouds,
Like gypsy lace.
And a leaning sign post, pointing uncertainly
Along the green and rutted lane
That curves away...

Past Barley fields
Where Skylarks sing their joys awhile;
Past farmhouse and cottage white,
Hedge and foot-worn stile.

Following some ancient course
From shire to shire.
And fading into a distant peace,
Perfect and entire...”