poem – Page 6 – gluttonyguilts

Travel musings – Uttarakhand

So the next time you forget me, remember these periwinklesRemember their purityAnd then reminisce my heartAs pure as a white blossom

No no, it’s not loveFor I have loved beforeThis emptiness your absence will bringIs just working it’s sorcery on me.

And I am a traveller of lifeA traveller of natureI go on and on.

And he will come to youWhen you are least awareStaring at the whites of the fluffy skiesDispersing in the blues.

Joy of summers

And as the time stood stillThe clouds took me away from the hills.

Revel my heartIn the flowing wind.

Behold the unseenFor your dreams exist.

And when this distanceOverwhelms usWill you build a life with me?And enable me to forge this world with you. Caption taken from my poem “Will you?”

The joyful spring has defeated the cruel winters.