The Tree on the hill top

Here I am -- On the verdant hill top,

With thoughts of loneliness

Filling my veins

I do not hear the babblers' calls...,

I do not hear the wind's song...,

I do not see the dense clouds

Which may  wash away my sorrows

I do not feel the misty grass

Swaying on to my feet to kiss...

I think I am alone,

here on the hill top..

Earth day

From Ruskin Bond's 'The book of Nature'

"Is Nature your religion?' someone asked, just the other day. It would be presumptuous to say so. Nature doesn't promise you anything--an after life, rewards for good behaviour, protection from enemies, wealth, happiness, progeny, all the things that humans desire and pray for. No, Nature does not promise these things. Nature is a reward itself"

-Ruskin Bond.

At Ponmudi.

[ " Ponmudi" in Malayalam means 'Golden peak'. It is a peak in the Western Ghats, near Thiruvananthapuram. When there are no hooligans around, the place is so serene....]

At Ponmudi
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The heights of the ghats,
Dusk,
Sleepy Sun,
Whispering winds
And a sole kestrel daring the winds...
Music of silence...,
Now,
No memories,
No dreams,

All things have
Fallen in to
An ocean of evening mist,
Left on the shore is
My soul.
Alone.