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:

Anonymous said...

i bow to u oh grt guru...

Anonymous 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...

quasibaba said...

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