Bliss.

Bliss.

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Quarter of a Century.


Uncertainties and doubts loom large
But it was time for the annual recharge.
They say nature has the power to heal
With renewed vigour and zeal,
I set off towards yet another climb,
Except this was one was past bedtime!


Through the city we trudged for an hour or so,
And then we began our trek underneath the starry glow.
Puffing and panting, I was breathless in minutes,
Looking down, I could see the lights of the nearby rustic huts.


Why go through this, I asked my sedentary self plenty
But perhaps this is Nature's cashless fee.
As the cold winds taunted us towards the edge,
I knew this was a test I could not sledge.


Settling down into a sleeping bag on the hilltop
I realized there are so many things in Life I cannot stop
But the beauty of the nightsky was mine to cherish
The whizzing shooting stars were mine to wish.



Waking up to an ethereal streak of colour
That slowly grew into shades of pink and amber,
A peacock screamed lustily in the distance,
And Nature thus showcased her brilliance.


In the midst of the uncertainty that lies ahead
Not knowing the upcoming paths I shall tread,
This moment would be mine for eternity
Nature demands, but also unconditionally provides.





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