Thursday, February 18, 2010

Mountains of the wild

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.



Nalini Hebbar said...

Don't we all at sometime in our lives feel this of wanting to run away from the monotonous routines we set for ourselves...but of late I understand that life is as boring as one lets it be...:)
wonderful words from a wonderful poet...loved it

Iniyaazh - இனியாழ் said...

"life is as boring as one lets it be"... True. Thanks for the words of wisdom!
Glad you like the poem :) Thanks for the encouraging comment.

rashmi singh said...

oh truly!i too sometimes want to run and hide in the lap of nature-beautifully depicted:)

Iniyaazh - இனியாழ் said...

Thank you Rashmi... Kind of heartening to know I am not the only feeling this way.