Hope?
The hope for this world
is lost on none, yet no one
cared for Wilde's dead rose.
~ Aazka
Image Source: Pinterest
Ode to the Nilgiris
Antelopes chase each other Antlers of divine design The curves of the path cuts through my chest with a pang The forest is ferocious; aging better than wine. I hear nothing But the excited trumpet of the elephants But the water splashing in the stony crooks The crack of twigs by squirrels And the lively brooke I wish I could dive in it and flow with its swift along Sway with the enraged waves and go where no eyes have ever laid upon To swim in soil deeper than me To emerge softer than the moss covered trees To become the water and rain To flow and be one with the sea I thirst for the Blue Hills An evergreen ocean Breathing through the forest The breeze whistles in my ears and each drop of dew greets me The moss maps itself on my palms Soft and love My lungs welcome the citrus sweet scent healing my heart better than a balm. A sense of purity unchecked; fresh and serene I come home from the city of smoke This sphere emraces me fully I am the cloud I become the mist. The mountains are sl...
Comments
Post a Comment