Whispers

Roam around the world, O free spirit! Worry not, about home or belonging. Sand and stone that kiss your feet, belong to all, and not owned by one. Countries and states, mere lines drawn by men not on earth, but in their minds. Cultures change, habits vary, languages many among men. But spirits of all unite into one. Trust Nature, the mother of all to nourish and cherish every soul. Go with the flow, sing along with joy.

Cool breeze against my face echoing eerily, stifling my breath, I once stood atop mountains magnificent, with snow capped crowns. Looking down to find deep plateaus, ruled by nature loving Indians. Horizon expands, showing more mountains raising and falling, decked in green, with silver streams interlaced, trimmed with ribbons of man-made roads, feet fixed deep in dark green moss, In awe I stood, my heart racing fast. A voice within gnaws at my heart to break free from bonds of duty, to fly back to wild mountains; where spoken words exist not, where silence talks of violence and peace, where realization dawns without prompting, where wild beauty reigns; a hiatus to refresh my spirit and soul. .

Beauty I see everywhere, in every living face carved in curves and straight lines combined to form perfection. Crown of hair of every colour, thick or thin matters to none. Straightly carved forehead, falling into soft depressions, housing windows to the human soul verily are they a pair of beauty, combining science and creativity. From depressions rise soft mounds like smooth hills carved to perfection. Curves on all sides joined to form the epitome of beauty called the human face. When every curve and straight line boasts of beauty in every way, how then do men rate one as beauty and another as ugly? .