May 3, 2010

Conversations with Nature

The silent time in the day called Astha (based on the hill called Asthachal where it is held)
A daily twenty minute long conversation with Nature.
Words unspoke but showed by her elements-
On a day when she was in a good mood, she'd shower me with the rains,
On an energetic one, let the wind spoil my hair.
On rare occasions, a forest fire would be allowed by her,
Permitting her destruction to help the needy villager
In promise of a new life bestowed to her name.
The last one she showed was her rawest form,
Earth, with the wet soil, the uncut rocks, and the surrounding hills.

10 comments:

CathM said...

Hmmmmm... there is something so communing about nature :)

Megha said...

ro..this a complete reflection of our beautiful hills...and that lovely force called nature with whom we connect in rv..lovely!

adhwaith said...

loved it!!!
it brought back some of the finest memories i had in rv!!! though i seldom went for asta with everyone else.

Naman Saraiya said...

WOW!

Trisha said...

As Megha said its a complete reflection... And now I'm missing it more than I was :(

harika said...

da swt memories of astha .....miss even more nw....

Amit upadhyaya said...

you are up with brilliant things!
how come 3 days change you so much?
anyways, keep up the good work.

kittu said...

mann i miss astha
but rather than anything we used to tease ppl, throw stones and make funny faces and soometimes we used to completely connect wid nature loll
fun times..

Uday Benegal said...

Nice...takes me back...a reminder to revisit.

sanaya said...

You definitely have a gift for poetry. It gets better as I move along in your blog! Keep it up...

What I like is that you manage to compress feelings and mental images into your poetry...