At the beach tonight I saw the moon rise...
and the tiding waves simmering in moon-light...
and the tiding waves simmering in moon-light...
while my friend narrated stories of his trips to the golden forts of Rajasthan,
the hills of Darjeeling and Karshiyang...
the hills where the clouds had descended.. touched him and his tea-cup,
the hills where the clouds had descended.. touched him and his tea-cup,
then trailed their way through his room leaving tiny dewdrops clinging to his cup
perhaps ... so that he would not mistake their descend for a dream
and know for sure they had visited him....
And ever since my mind has been wandering into those hills, where bliss resides, clouds embrace and dreams alight to touch every being....
[the picture is from the label of cavit collection pinot noir 2008... isn't it pretty !]
