Whispers

As the wind blows, as the rains fall, as rivers chart their own path, They were all born to be free. As the flowers flutter in breeze, as butterflies roam the earth, as the birds enjoy their day, we were also born to be free. Make your own path, Think your own way, Do as you like, For you were born to be free.

Where chaos rules the roost, and money fuels life, Men decieve not others but their own heart. Here comes the new age, when society falls to doom, but ego wins hands down for those one or two. Loud words win over, Sensible talk fails all, Proving yet again Success stays not for long. Amid crazy races in directions many, searching for the fertile mirage run one and all, hurting all over but stopping not till the end. I walk alone, through lone paths amid deserted streets and mighty trees, Reveling in every moment in the peace and bliss it holds within.

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? .

Ever slowly, pictures flash frames of joy, shots of anguish across my mind they appear and vanish. Inspired by nature and earth, I write and create. Image from www.victoriantradingco.com

I stand alone among fields, facing mighty mountains to the east, kissing the whispering breeze, gazing at the borderless sky, Now and then sheeps stop by, resting under my open arms, nibbling away the lush grass, chatting animal tales, while sleeps a lazy shepeard dreaming of woollen bundles gifted from heaven, at his doorstep. Grey clouds showering rain, mid-day sun warming the land, winds arising from hills afar, I grow stronger with them. Beacause of nature I exist, in nature I merge myself, for, what exists on earth distinct from Mother Nature?