On a trek, toward a hill top

The rolling stones, haphazard ways and cactus plants

Crossed the path, again and again.

A bald patch of land stood alone

Senses turned triumphant, though;

A vision arrested

From the path that divided, where

The azure sky glittered golden

And the geometrical land patterns held out puzzles below;

The sun rays reached out to both

Play of light and dark, illusion and shadow.

Distant from noise, pollution and people

Distant from relationships and commitments;

A few hours of solitude;

An unexplained long pause

On conversation, thoughts and subconscious;

But once the mind reeled on

Love draped to the roles of

Relationships designed, denied and defined.

Presumptuous to existence comes alive

And the descend to the start turned casual;

Nature spreads the balm yet the mind scripted.

Published by Deeya Nambiar

I believe in taking every day as a learning phase, and exploring my writing skills. I have enjoyed the challenges as a journalist, content writer and college lecturer, and at the moment am living life analysing the extraordinary in the ordinary!

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