Monday, September 19, 2005

the high plateau



That evening on the high plateau.
the playground of those myriad tiny yellow white flowers
I lay myself on the undulating grass, amidst a buzz of happy life
the white white clouds floating across the blue blue sky.
they are just travellers. like me.
the stiff breeze coming up the kada hums a serene tune
bidding adieu to the golden orb of fire
as it slowly sinks into the void
lighting up with a magic light all who salute him.
the silence speaks to me, speaks about her ...


I must have lost myself.
For this must be the abode of the Gods.

5 comments:

simple thoughts said...

i bow to u oh grt guru...

inane said...

he is just an idiot

vivek_rao said...

good writing bro. really nice. i can actually picture u lying on the grass under some shady tree, all your gadgets lined up carefully beside you, watching the clouds float by, melancholy stamped across your face.....

vivek_rao said...

the photo doesn't fit in, though...

quasi said...

@vivek: the photos is from that spot. it is of those 'tiny yellow white flowers'. :)