The Mist Lost In Thrills Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Lost in undulating thrills
And not in undue hurry,
Taking lazy time to be
The mist stayed on sleepy hills.

Sipping cups of steaming tea,
Stretching my time a long mile,
In rare chill-charmed ecstasy,
My thoughts lingered on awhile.

Took me to times of life's ease,
To rambling gardens, green teas,
Two months of leisure, lush leas,
Of slow down and added lease,

Of well-earned, much-deserved rest
O from life's vain, hollow haste.
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There‘s something about hills. On Sahyadri Hills at Khadak Vasla, not so tall, but I experienced a few days of mist and my mind dwelt on a long vacation on Ooty hills in Indian South a few years back. These hills I must have visited a dozen times of short stays. But there is something unique about staying put leisurely for more than two months. My exhilaration brought back those memories and this poem was born.
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Musings | 11.01.16 |