Amble over my words

If I could I would forever,
Scatter my words in your path.
And cover the thorns and pebbles,
That might hurt your feet. 

I wish I could some day,
Find a beautiful way,
That leads me to you,
And does not lead back again.

The trees of the hills

Back at Valparai on the way to Nallamudi Pooncholai ,I saw this tree standing out. The plantation workers seemed to be using it as a resting place keeping the sacks of freshly plucked tea leaves.The clouds welling up in the backdrop made the tree look magnificient even though leaves were few...

The tree stood tall and brave,
When the sun was at his searing best.
She waited for she always knew,
The clouds will pour their love.

She kept her leaves atop,
Green to bid them welcome,
And love that fell from skies,
Formed rivulets through her curves.


And I saw another from the Lord Ayyappa temple in the town of Valparai. It was a strange spectacle of a dried up tree which was imbibing the crimson rays of the setting sun  and standing out amidst healthier and younger trees.

Yet there are few  trees,
Which will still stand out.
The golden hue of dried leaves,
Will eclipse the green around.

The yearning of the hillock

The banyan on the hill top temple,
Awaits with its shade and vines,
That you may sit again in its bosom,
And joy would bloom around.

Horizons beckon

If we could live here some day,
Together see the hills every morning
And valleys beyond in the evenings.
Each day will then remind us, 
The heights of your passion,
And the depths of my love. 

Coming Home

Time and again the waters start to travel gathering everything and growing on the way to become the maiden she is destined to be and finally surrenders herself and her belongings to a sea in which she merges and loses herself...

The hills watch through the trees,
As the river ripples through,
Hastening to meet the sea yonder,
Who awaits with welcoming waves.

The sparkling love flows,
From rills to gullies it gushes,
Picking up presents on the way,
For the ardent  raring sea.