BeyondBrush

: Detours and Drawings

I planned a visit, heart aglow,
To Humayun’s tomb, with art in tow.
Beyond Brush’s first escape so bright—
A morning sketch in golden light.

I rose at dawn, called for a ride,
Sank into sleep with dreams inside.
But fate had tricks—it took me far,
To some wrong corner in Delhi’s heart.

It was ten, I panicked fast,
Called a friend to fix it fast.
He laughed, then said, “Try Lal Qila,”
A change of plan, but still familiar.

I reached at last, my soul unsure,
But found in red those lines so pure.
As people watched, my hand grew shy,
I asked them gently to pass by.

Then Delhi’s food, so rich and warm,
Wrapped my heart in spiced-up charm.
The plan went wrong, but not the day—
Some detours bloom along the way.