Thursday, August 20, 2009
Old Men Tell Their Tales,
Over Hearths Villagers Listen;
The Quiet Forest Laughs!
Terraced-clouds-field the big-blue skies,
Like quiet feathered snowflakes.
Nights-glow with fireflies;
The sky glitters as the stars litter;
The freshness of reviving showers on oily monsoon days,
The sweet fragrance of blooming flowers,
Of myriad colors painting unknown horizons,
Of shy settings, orange sunsets and silhouetted mountains,
Of strange moonlit-karmic recollections;
Here we are;
Rainbows and all…