Sunday, 6 March 2016

Mountain Mist

Photo Courtesy- Google

During the ice falls

I waited

In the frozen mist

I built the mountains

Lost in the trails

Chilled in the cold

Rippled in thirst

I wrote to dispel

The tune of sway

Flamed the dews  

I took the brushes

Coloured the clouds

The spell of sun

Fell on the earth

And I melted

The mountain mists

Love in the air

Fell in the form of drops

And I said

It’s raining

Is it love

Or a monsoon

Who knows?

I am under the rain

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