The Mountain And Me Poem by Vin Talukar

Dunes, keep getting steep,
Stings ready to strike, the scorpions keep,
Sand, pierced in my eyes deep,
Into my soul,  
the deserts creep.

Through the deserts, as I walk,
Memories haunt and dreams mock,
I flee and run till I hit a rock,
But my own shadows,
Don't stop their stalk.

I scream and yell,
But there's no one to tell,
I run and run, breaking my shell,
Hungry, thirsty and fatigued,
Lost my senses, I fell.

Cold, the night I pass,
Sun rose, peeping through grass,
Monstrous trees, my sight can't pass,
Into the woods,  
I now, trespass. 

Trees, welcome, they said,
Trees, comfort they made,
Trees, sorrows they fade,
For many a moons,
In their bosom, my heart I laid.

A voice I could hear,  
"Why aren't you here? "
Sand stricken eyes, the sight was mere,
Monstrous trees,
My vision couldn't tear.

I could sense,
It's omnipresence,  
Invisible, to my vision's fence,
Hard I try,
But the monstrous trees are dense.

Stood there, in wonder,
"Who was the voice? ", I ponder,
In anger the land slid, my feet under,
Down I tumble for miles,
With monstrous trees lumber.

The slopes transform into a plain,  
Tumbling halts, eyes clear in the rain,
I had become a swain,
My eyes could see,
The magnificent mountain.

It was the mountain, that spoke to me,
Always there, but I could never see,
Oh mountain, as I gaze at thee,
I realise,
Even you had expectations from me.