The gray subtlety buffers the heart at melancholy,
nature at its imperfection,
the soft shadows blends perfectly with my soul
and the breeze that rustle the leaves,clears the weight at the back of my mind,elates my heavy heart and my head feels light ,
like I am rid of all my worries.
The dilute fragrance of the far away leaves carries love into my lungs and softens that rock of a beating heart ever so little from within.
The trees talk their language and the new tendrils seem to learn,that I struggle to understand,
''Don't struggle'.' they say, let it be, live in the moment of bliss for you know not of how many more moments you might get in this busy whirlpool.
To reach out and enjoy solitude,
to make an effortless effort to love oneself,
to breath in deep and console oneself
and love with every cell the very sight in front of thyself
Sometimes,life presents you with such presents to just live it as ordinary as possible,
to savor the green in every leaf ,
the gray in every shadow
and brown in every branch ,
the chill in every breeze,
the smell of the wet red mud ,
the red of the gulmohar buds playing coy,
the hood of stray mushrooms,
the perfection of every blade of grass,
the silver of the grand old silver oak chipping off just to make things more beautiful,
the dark lovely woods that have aged to look the most wisest of all beings,
the breeze being gentle not to startle the baby birds in their nests,
girls being chatty and boys humming tunes,
everything adds up because love is too good to be true
Do you notice how the trees all lean to one side? they must all be friends from beyond eternity.
Everything seems peaceful and nothing makes much sense, maybe it doesn't have to, the uncertainty is what makes everything all the more palatable ,
the green seems to change color as the time inks it deeper into the night,the temperature seems just right for me to sit here amidst this harmony ,
in a balance that I do not want to bother to understand,
it is what it is and best left to what it is ,
for I am a described , I don't decode,
a savorer than a devourer ,
a follower than a leader,
an acceptor than a denier.
Somethings don't have answers and even more so can't have questions
love is one such,
nature is another such
and I imbibe a little and a lot of both.