I feel that calm and peace in you
As I hear even for a while
It soothe my heart as an alluring mist
And drizzle my mundane mind and thoughts
It fetter me within the feel
Even in my solitude
To go alone with me alone
And delude me with a warming smile
It takes me to those western hills
Who amour demure mists
I adore the warming breath
Which hail them with its existence
The peace I feel, furl my in
As if the fog climbing the glen
It sometimes makes me fear
The loving depth I may fallen
Sandhya
sandhya, you took me back to my early working place...I was working as an apprentice in walayar, malabar cement mines...on a hilltop...wow...mist used to cover us in no time..none knows from where it had come...you vanish...beyond being.... then we used to smoke within that fog...so chill out and so warm within...what a feeling... eventhough i stopped smoking, god only knows whether i can resist smoking in such a situation again... that time i was free from the magic spell of love! if it was also with me, sure i would have buried me deep within that............
A silent and warm expression of warmth felt in a misty way. Comparison with hills and surrounding atmosphere is added beauty.
This is so beautiful, soft, simple and melodious. Quite an interesting write....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear sandhya, hats off to your poetic wordpower in descibing the mist deep within........and veiled emotions...........