At Leura

 

At Leura, I stare

At the Bridal Veil Falls -

Summer’s rains

Have breathed in fresh life

And the valleys echo

With the waterfalls roar

 

Blue clouds billow

On the horizon,

White smoky breaths

Of the green jaded hill arise

And the mountains wake

To the mizzle of March

 

The Western Ghats

Come back easily.

The same colour of the clouds

A nor’wester in Calcutta

Or the wetness of Shillong

What rejuvenated memories

 

But I stop myself –

Isn’t it enough looking back?

How long will I pass the present

With the eyes of a distant past

The memories, though beautiful

Become a burden

 

The waterfalls remind

Sometimes it’s good to flow ahead

The arrow of time severed, I smile

Leura is beautiful,

The Blue Mountains are a bounty

I wonder what the next village reveals…