Amidst the swarms of crowd
I feel lost
Defunct and helpless
As a future less womb
In these ocean of mindless thoughts
I yearn to find my sanity
Doubting whether it is lost forever
Or still hiding within me
Unhindered musings enslave me
Binding my heart in their chains
Shackling my prudence
And my pride
Oh those shackles!
Slithering from my heart
To my feeble mind
Entangling every speck
The last dregs of wisdom..
My soul is still untouched
Is it still mine
Or have the thoughts snaked around her as well?
Am I still left?
Is my essence there?
Or is it extinct
In the bloody swathes of binding reverie
Oh what am I?
A prisoner of my own mind…
The first suspension bridge on Double Decker Living Roots Bridge Trek.
Trust me, I had never been more afraid with my acrophobia showing its true colours while I was trying to cross the oscillating bridge.
So the next time you forget me, remember these flowers
Remember their purity
And then reminisce my heart
As pure as a white blossom
Hiding your passion
You think you are clever
In fooling everyone
But not me.
Those tensed lines on your forehead
And the mindless scratching of your brows
Recite a different tale.
You roll your head
You flicker your eyes
Becoming bigger when you get astonished
I gaze at you
While you look the other way
Admiring your beauty
When you are least aware
Afraid I become when you peer into my eyes
And can gauge my world
Which resides in your heart
You know not about this secret admirer
Who waits to see your raucous laughter
Your infectious positivity baffles my inner demons
Letting me believe in life again
But another maiden waits for me back home
I love her but I am falling for you
For how long can I pretend?
This mind is with her but heart
Oh my dear wild heart…
It is slowly drifting towards you
We often become so engrossed in our worldly and comfortable pleasures that we forget the boons a simple life brings.
While on a digital detox retreat organized by @transformingtravels , I was able to re-connect with mother nature sans my cellphone. We were also given a tour of the organic farms and were invited to taste the fresh fruits and vegetables right from their source. Needless to say, I had never tasted peas which was so fresh and sweet.
These are the organic greenhouses that grow cabbage and spinach in the Silent Valley, Alchauna.
Your warm blushes
Engulf my senses
Transporting me to a wonderland
Where only your violets gloriously shine
Before I wither
Or get taken away
I shall spread my warmth
To every passerby.