Untamed thoughts by Anita Sinha
Notion, caprice or stretch of imagination.
Leave behind the nitty gritty of life.
Take a circuitous path.
Trudge along labyrinth.
Scale the heights of a summit.
Watch the snow-clad mountains
Rays of the sun in several hues.
Close my eyes and feel the blues
Shout at the top of my voice, echoes resonate the valleys
Gleefully I stand in ecstasy.
Strutting I spot valley of flowers
Enchanted and captivated
Stood mesmerised, drinking their beauty and healing my soul.
Butterflies fluttering, birds humming and bees buzzing around.
Transcending in bliss, singing and trilling , no scale no rhythm.
No desire of applause, no fear of disdain.
Behold! I see brook.
Streaming clear and placid.
Pace towards it , tempted to feel the chill.
Bending to touch, oh no I hear a beep.
Beep of the timer , brought me back to my present.
I found myself in the park, for morning walk
Now time to go for a bath
Cover art: Picture of the Pir Panjals by Rachit Mankad
