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August Rendezvous

The mountains are mysterious, also when an early August fog covers them where our puzzles are at rest, calling us to their cauldron. It is rainy season too and an urge to visit a tourist site is probable. Last Thursday, I went to Nangal Wetland Lake, near Nangal city Panjab. The migratory birds were out of season but the variedly hued waters completely enchanted me.

The Zinnia flower bed across the long pathway to the wetland had mature flowers of different varieties and hues. Besides visitors, a few cows across the fence too marked the landscape chewing on the wild grass.

A few moments along the shore and the songs of birds were audible in form of ragas, we can only hear as sound remains the medium. Later, I too reflected deeply and rejoiced the beauty I was part of.

Alone in the deep August
must have to find the spirit
secluding from the narrow pathways
to a tiny heart as a guest
just below where the sky tramp
turns saffron in the evening
a song perched too or a flight
on the wind…

Daydreams

The Longest Road

The longest road
where they ask you if you have lost
where the gain is unsaid,
where the love has grown out of silence,
yet hither the wind blows to find the way
and not ask the one among the flowers,
or is a fancy of fresh buds.
When my feet feel unrest
it weighs on the air, on the water
but the soil again a bed
perhaps 'coz its scent flows
far, far where the world knows
where the peace is a fact.
Could be as insane not to hear
what must I should not know
not to tramp my joy yon
I am still the fragile dream of the east
I extend out my arms
where far will they grow, they grow.