Morning by the Bosphorus
The sun rises
in great silence
but the waters,
pregnant with legend,
speak in silvery whispers.
Behold,
o nameless pilgrim,
behold
the holy flame,
what men have called
Byzantium,
Constantinople,
Istanbul,
behold
this dream of civilization
carved by the wisdom of death,
behold
this city of domes,
cats and conquerors,
behold
this city of prophecy
that cuts through continents
like a sword.
Make what you want of it,
o nameless pilgrim,
it shall not be enough.
[7:12 am, 24th October 2025,
Karaköy, Istanbul.]
Dheeraj
First my congratulations in your selection as pride of Telangana in entertainment. I reside in kurnool. More about me later.
The poetry is fantastic.
Purushotham Reddy
Retired executive engineer
Irrigation department
AP
Evocative lines, Dheeraj. I can imagine you totally immersed in the blues of the Sultanahmet.
Must explore Cappadocia, if you can.
Have fun...