The infant river plays along
Pines line up proud and high
Thats where i wanna be
Thats where i belong
Chilly breeze touches the bones of your face
The magic of pure caress
The pipe and the smoke
Fill the lungs at every stroke
Climbing up the tallest pass
Walking past the fields of wheat and grass
To the place thats gods own kingdom
In search of absolute freedom
Walk and climb and keep walking
Backpacks and silly talking
The bustle is left so far behind
The bad hangover of the fake world,
all but washed away
Like dripping mountain water,
so clear is my mind.
The bad hangover of the fake world,
ReplyDeleteall but washed away
Like dripping mountain water,
so clear is my mind.........
fuckin genius.....this poem comes into its own towards the end....keep it goin man.....
this has to be the drive for an alternative india..
wow!!!! wat a description... i could actually visualize d beauty of PARVATI VALLEY... it could only come out 4m a pure nature lover nd a hard core romantic soul.... keep it going dude!!!
ReplyDeleteread it asnd u r pulleddddd towards parvati....
ReplyDeleteI think that I shall never see
ReplyDeleteA poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
by joyace kilmer
ReplyDeletethe best thing about this read is that you feel every word of it,specially when you share similar thoughts .My favorite lines would be
ReplyDelete"Walk and climb and keep walking
Backpacks and silly talking
The bustle is left so far behind
The bad hangover of the fake world,
all but washed away
Like dripping mountain water,
so clear is my mind."
I mean that is what we all long for day in day out.
gr8 one...keep messing with everyone's brains.