Have you met a poet?
Whose verses were born midst the solemnity of pines
In the whirlpool of rivers
In the stillness of the bluest sky
Within not a sound not a quiver
Where every single drop of rain played a different melody over tin
roofs of a wood studded attic
Where clouds of all shapes and sizes brought a new inspiration
every single time they would pass the window
Where rivers wouldn't stay the same
Reminding us about the subtle ways how life changes
- carried away on floating logs of desire
entering new terrains as it flows through life’s highs and lows..
Where one could just sit for hours by the fireplace and see
adjacent chimneys warming hearts and homes
Where the sun appears silently from the gaps between
hills and every hour of the day is noticed till it dissolves in the purple
horizon
Where natural offerings filled hungry baskets and wild berries
grew without being planted
Where courage runs in the legacy of upbringing and holiness is
bestowed in the music of ancient drums and pipes
Where god's praises are sung in faith not with fear filling the
air
Where the skin is covered and soul lies bare
Teaching people of true love and care
Have you met the Himalayan bard?
Who writes of beauty, pain and pride
of solitary human passion
of glory and courage, heart and mind
of emotions that matter but may seem old fashioned
Where tenacity dissolves with the morning sun
Becoming sharper with the fading blindness of dusk
And the moon brings the promise of a new dream every night
Where the natural springs are still pristine
And you can walk barefoot on grass so green
Where flowers that are grown- a martyr wreath they adorn
Where sacrifice and sacrament are woven intricately in the fabric of
life
Where a lifetime could be spend to decipher the unnatural
mysteries of the forests
Where morals of love, charity and hope- are told in the form of an
anecdote.
Have you met this poet?
