At The Lidder Stream Poem by Saroj Padhi

At Pahalgam you sat beside the Lidder river
throwing occasional pebbles into the stream
when rainbow trouts jumped to kiss the Sun;
their fins blazing
in the sizzling fire of your latest fantasies
about moments of intimacy in the cool breeze
under the newly procured pink Kashmir shawl
with red roses silently beaming all over,
as I lay on the flowery meadow of the shepherds' valley
looking absentmindedly into the shifting wet clouds,
and at the snow-clad peaks assuming a golden hue,
our horses ran unbridled into the cup-shaped glacier
wherefrom trickles the liquid glory of the Paradise
whose roots stretch out
into infinite flows of life, love and devotion
shrouding the ice-stalagmite lingam at Amarnath,
that waxes and wanes with an intoxicating moon,
in a dark mystery across miles of an inhospitable terrain-
of uneven rocks, deep forests, dancing streams
thro' which we had to travel
to reach this temporary state of a blissful dawn
to achieve which all through we strived;
and as we landed up on the grassy bed
of a remotest valley
where ice, water and vapors of clouds commingled
to give us that soulful love of a grassy lawn
where million rabbits of unpretentious love
jumped, hopped and played with lots of cool fun.