Cloud Kissed Forests

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Photo (Arunachal Pradesh) by Nitin Das, who makes beautiful nature films.
https://healingforest.org/ http://www.filmkaar.com/

As I float above this viridian valley
she awakes to my misty notes of love
She draws the veil
and stretches her limbs,
Oh, your cloud kissed forests
through which flow streams of love
Sometimes I hover,
sometimes I enwrap your forest-scape, pristine.
As I saunter from valley to valley
and hover on your cloud kissed peaks
I fall in love yet again,
with your patterns, your colors
your textures, your music,
even your silence.

 

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For life will go on even without us

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A window that
streams in
your child-like laughter
and soulful songs.
 
The only door
in my house
opens to your light-house
A sweep of glorious white light
to guide my ship
that sails to you
braving high, unforgiving waters.
 
In my dreams
I water my amaranths, wilted and shy,
thinking about carmine roses
that bloom in your garden
 
Step aside for a moment now,
for life will go on even without us
Let’s steal a moment of abandon
and worry about tomorrow
some other day.
(The poem was originally written for a dear friend, Dara Okat. Photo of Dara Okat,2015)

Clearing clutter on a sleepless night

Sleepless

A little prayer whispered in the mind’s wakeful corners.
An experiment, flirtatious meditation
with a winter bird’s feather on my tongue.
Incense lit, it’s fumes inhaled
all the way inside, down to my gut.
Vacant eyes tracing sleep’s shadows.
But my mind’s eyes are lit
and its neuron highways buzzing
like the bullet trains in Tokyo.
Every noise amplified
every detail magnified.
It is on these nights
that memories are re-lived,
they are remade,
classified and archived, boxed,
and some trashed.