I want to be like the Deodar when I grow up.
Standing tall above the sounds and smoke,
amidst the clouds and tales of hope.
Holding the earth and all that creates,
reigning over the hills and hearts.
The Tall Deodars…I want to grow up to be like those.
For a moment
I felt you in my hands again
But you slipped away
like the wind, like the sand, like water
For a moment, when I heard your voice again
I felt as if I heard silence after all these years of noise
As if I was listening to the real me, reflected in your calming self
For a moment when I felt you close again
I felt a surge of happiness which I had forgotten to exist
I felt an excitement too hard to resist
And then you slipped away
You ask me to stop, to breathe, you are my breath, you have always been
And now you slip away
You for me are time, do not stop, be there with my steps, be there in every rhyme
Peacock Blues: Poornima Sardana