On the southern peninsula, the western ghats
can get chilly
the moon in a quiet way
instills energy and light to the dark faced hills
.
wearing jackets and boots armed with sticks
we had set out
it was a restless winter
at night we followed tracks used by the locals
.
in the vast openness away from the civilized world
it is easy to get lost
to lose yourself
warmth of the body can be felt
like a scent, it's in the air
.
The orchestra of crickets break
the silence, pebbles on the bank give away
a little of themselves everytime
the stream passes over them
.
we saw ants
had a way of getting anywhere and cold
water in the morning took our breath away
.
the winter sun and his love
touched every leaf and animal nurturing
giving life
.
it was then when you touched me
i realised that most answers are simple
some traced on my back with an index finger
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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