Clouds in the valley...

  I walk softly, On the valleys of time, There, from above I see far beneath - Souls in solitude Walking alone In meadows and mountains Under the gaze of the frozen gods   I see us All on our own, Trying not to find new paths But to retrace the steps We left long ago For we were here before And somewhere deep within We already know   This is the only peace Worth fighting for, This, the only shelter Worth leaving your refuge for This solitude The only company worth longing This melancholy The only happiness worth crying for   Then, one day We reach a hill, a knoll, Or a summit And all around, we see The massifs of time Where we find ourselves In pilgrimages Across eternity   Somewhere We have found his temple, In a shallow valley stream Somewhere else, We have climbed summits And yet not found our dream The circle continues along lifetimes That pass in the blink of an eye ...

  And every time you close your eyes, The caps of ice you see, Above them all, a pair of wings That glide in liberty   Pinnacles laden, frozen snow Breath of a million years, In nirvana now, no cosmic bliss Not even earthly tears   These are the realms of the higher gods Neelkantha and his kins, This then where it always ends This, where it begins   As if, the peaks are doorkeepers To the silence that we seek, They are the dreams that we covet When our worlds turn dismal, bleak   If you have ever stepped therein Your journey’s long begun, You’ll see them every morning, night At every round and turn   Until one day, when you get to see Through the sacral inward eye, You will start to doubt the truth of life, The deceit that is to die   Then you’ll wonder, once again If the mountains are a dream, Or they are the truth, and the cityscapes Are not all what they seem   The glimpse...

  Do you still look back And wonder? What if… I hope not, for The fabric on which we painted Has changed, Just as much as the colours And the painters. There is no room For continuity, There is no space For comparison. The book that ended Needs no chapters That were never supposed To be written.   Do you still look back And despair? Why at all… I hope not, for The pain of youthfulness Was mutual So was the void In our need for attention That had no room For one drop of emptiness; It has taken us this long To understand These worlds are but Seas of loneliness Where even our ignorance Were bubbles of nectar lost   I sigh, but I do hope You look back even today And Smile – At drops of petrichor That was our first rain; I hope you laugh To remind yourself Of your sonorous peals That echoed through The hollows Of my emptiness; I hope you curl your tresses To hide your tears When Tagor...