Friday, August 28, 2009

Cravings

The search is on
For another treasure
Not the glory of achievement
Nor wealth beyond measure

The path is hidden
The journey is long
The silence and sounds of the woods
Accompany me all along

"Make your own path
If you can't find the right ways
Learn from me, oh traveller"
Advices the river as it sways

Gazing through the scarlett sky
The Sun sinks at the distant end
Spreading darkness as it takes my leave
To brighten up another land

The sights and sounds and smells
Look with me into the starry night
Overtaking me with a sense of joy
Making me wonder if my goal was right

The serenity and the beauty alike
Make nature my wonder cure
My journey was my destination
Of that, I am completely sure.

Upstream

3 comments:

Pallavi said...

Childish poem eh? Then mine should be declared abysmaly bad.

It appears to be heavily influenced by Frost.

Labyrinthine said...

Amazing pic! Where is this place?!

The Illuminator said...

@Labyrinthine: Bhandardara.
@Pal: You do not need to write poems if you can write prose the way you do.