PRASANNA KUMARI

PRASANNA KUMARI

A WALK IN THE WOODS

TO THE HILLTOP

led by the sound of sunlight drawing pictures

urged by time

erasing and re-shaping again and again

at every curve

old things emerge and re-emerge

perhaps, like the hatred

which I left  some time back

nature brimming with a furtive smile

and

winking with singing colors

Me, an intruder

inhaling wrinkled happiness

the hills and valleys seek

the harmony of mist

to hide solidified sobs and sighs

the topless trees telling stories to the rain

of moments of seduction and gloom present

the darkened pond escapes to the corner

heavy with a destitute’s  biography

veiled sorrow stumbling on

the remnants of concocted complexities

babbling brooks trying to evade

shamelessly woven dreams of the meadows

the cascade rhyming love-laden hours

with glory,grandeur and grace

I stand here,naked

with a haunting melody inside….

PRASANNA KUMARI