Crossing a deep valley,
Savoring the winds music merrily
High on the mountains,
I stand forgetting the pains
In my limbs, in my ribs
And in my heavy heart beats.
While feathers dance with delight,
My thoughts go light
As I watch them passing by
Along with loving birds flying high.
Those chirping birds!
What a romantic ballet they exhibit!
With all the fires in them getting lit!
No confusions, no regrets,
But only a grand fusion of frets.
On the moist lands I see my feet engraving.
And I know its worth the crossing.
“The romance in working hard in things we are interested in,
like what a musician, a mathematician, a trekker, a sportsman, a philosopher would do”
I run towards the west
Reaching for the orange sun
That sits in the mountain valley of nest
Ah! The blissful sight! Reaching for it I run
With the “Moments” of life that preoccupy,
As they chase me and my mind,
I run, along with birds that fly
Looking for the serenity, wondering, if I can find?
A while after, the golden streaks disappear
So does the valley, the nest of coziness
With those “Moments” romping around I fear
Will I find the serenity in this world of darkness?
Thats when they arrive through my nerves
Across my heart, shaping my thoughts
With mighty rhythms and gentle swerves
Taking away the preoccupying “Moments”.
Words, mere words they are!
Providing a serene mind that I long for!