Pondicherry

 

 

In Pondicherry's glow, where the sea meets the shore,
The waves softly whisper, forever to pour.
The wind carries whispers of old French tales,
As sunlight dances, in quiet details.

Along the Promenade, the world slows its pace,
Café des Arts greets with a charming embrace.
The smell of fresh coffee from La Café’s door,
Tempts the soul to linger, but the clock ticks once more.

The streets, narrow, winding, a simple delight,
Where the world feels small, and the pace feels just right.
The French Quarter’s beauty in its pastel hue,
A stroll through its lanes feels like something new.

The quiet charm of Sita's or Villa Shanti's embrace,
Offers a taste of life in this tranquil place.
A quick getaway, where time seems to stand,
And even the quiet has a rhythm so grand.

The sun sinks low over the Bay of Bengal,
While Auroville calls from beyond, standing tall.
The spice-laden air, the waves’ gentle kiss,
Pondicherry, small yet a world of bliss.

As the moon rises, lighting the night’s peaceful sway,
The night market hums, where dreams come to stay.
A walk on the beach, where the world seems to sleep,
A memory of Pondicherry, forever to keep.

A place that’s not far, but feels far from the grind,
Where a quick getaway brings peace of mind.
In the heart of this town, both old and new,
Pondicherry’s charm stays with you, always true.