As I sank into the meadow
I felt the weather change
and suddenly all temperature decreases
in the middle of the avenue
What a wonderful feeling it was
to be loitering around tall foggy grass
feeling the ground where only the pollution of the morning due lay.
I could hear wind roaring strongly
blowing with all might.
I could hear the song of the forest,
tickling my eardrum with delight.
it was like the angel of nature,
just flew by
bringing times of good in life.
I could only see half of the meadow,
as the rest were covered with haze
it was like clouds, the sky,
the blue and white.
Green is the lush meadow...Green soft and cool.
A patch of the desert awaits me in the centre of the meadow
Yet, here the grass is cool and the air is moist.
Small beads of sweat for on my brow
I walk slowly, searching for something...
The cool breeze relieves my desperate search...
Reminding me of the past.
Reminding me of the nights of passion.
Reminding me of the evenings of laughter.
(I wrote this poem with an old friend, Rudhra in 2001, and a dream brought it back)