Shangri La Poem by Priyanka Srivastava

I have my fantasy eye open a bit,
I don't see these waters still and silent.

My 'me' escapes the cage of mine
And
I lose foothold on me and mine.

Water like my yearning,
would flow and flow
and not stop, nor think..
It craves for life and hope.

For I want this wonder of life
Day each day
Flowing like water, jumping, splashing, sloshing alll in sight.

My majestic me- over the mountains,
Plays gentle to the rocky monster.

It washes tough mountain, like clouds bursting and laughing loud,
Would splash water, reckless and bold.

Streams not fearful of downslide,
would dribble and drizzle all day and night.
Like a proud Princess royal and regal

It's not rain, nor raining today,
But me is out from myself.

If I could celebrate it like a wild forest dance
It could be nothing less of water left from dam afresh.

'Me' would escape from this little self.
And
No yacht, nor birds nor tree nor hut,
would ever bring it back again.

If dreams could live
I won't hold my feet
In valleys deep