An Ode to hills

''And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.''

Years back, while reading a poem by W.B. Yeats these lines had got imprinted on my mind. Thoughts that one treasures, do make an appearance from time to time. Little did I know that these soothing lines were playing hide and seek in my subliminal. The first sight of the mountains, the first daft of the fresh breeze from hills spilled all the sweet memories from the past.

Peace came to me, slowly and coyly like a newly wed damsel. On my way uphill to mussorie, I sat motionless and gaped at the beauty that is nature. My eyes spread out in wonder to capture the silent dance of colour and light on the mighty mountains. How had such heaps of soil risen up to accomodate the ever floating clouds? The sound of our old ambassador gurgled and echoed in the valley. The other noise being the chirruping of unknown birds and the faint music of insects in the thickets.

Days of Childhood

You have seen me growing old and naughtier.
From the days when life was complete in romping around in lush green fields,
When dusty togs and dirty hair and muddy feet I proudly showed.
When winds moved and water played to the whim of my mischevious spirit.
Or so I thought.

When I rode your archaic scabbed back,
To meet the elusive GOD who lived somewhere
in the ocean of the sky.
To see the harmonious halo of earth around my tiny existence.
A strange joy moved up and down in body with squeaky gyrations of the swing.

Did you know then that I loved you when I knew it not?

When I heard you croon a lullaby as sleep caressed me on your branches.
When I created my first artifacts with your twigs, and flowers and leaves.
When mum made me stand near you on a hot afternoon
as a punishment.
Did you keep a name for me the way I lovingly called you'Robin'