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.
Variety is the Spice of Life 