Tamhini Ghat

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To all my friends who lost themselves – like me - in the Western Ghats

 

It was in the Ghats

That we discovered Eden.

If paradise could drizzle

Wouldn’t this be it?

The sky - with every shade of grey

The earth – with every shade of green

In between, us colourblind souls

Drenching in a spectrum

Of waterfalls that bled the hills.

 

I am removed, but what of you?

Do you still seek cascades

Every time it rains?

Or have you succumbed

To the summers of your lives?

Was it ‘me’ that dragged you along?

Or was it ‘us’, our restlessness

Calmed only by the grandeur of the ghats?

 

Perhaps we have grown old

But somewhere I know

We are still there, seeking waterfalls,

In the rains that never stopped

We are still there, climbing wet earth

Finding our own footsteps

Yet wondering, where have they gone?

The dreamy explorers of yesterday’s time...

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