on Lava .....

How I miss her gold tresses,
the white ribbon so carelessly tied,
the shapeless clouds slithering past dark blue sinewy pines,
the warm sticky liquid smile that spills over his webbed wiry wizened face, the saffron sunset over the yonder hills, covered in a dark veil of a new bride,
the taste of the steaming potato dish, with very white suji rotis, her simple way of introducing me to her family, how she is not good at numbers ...
i have forgotten the clutter, the daily junk in my office, my life's debris ... the pungent yet sweet smell of herbs unknown, yet so irrestibilly enchanting, they swear they don't know it exists, yet I can feel the beckoning,
in its wild aroma,
the arousing... the rivulet, gurgling crystal clear water, meekly chuckling on dark cold stones,
covered in vividly green velvet that blue bird,
how it ignored me completely, perhaps, waiting for its mate, those tiny picture perfect homes, gloriously perched on stilts, with flowery orhids, the family lazing way in sun, on the porch, little kids,
with half closed eyes and rosy cheeks,
the purity shining through their shabby yet gaudy clothes, those all knowing smiles, the mild scorn for the 'town' folks, the dark green shrubs, we call tea,
the dark red flowers on a clear blue sky,
by a drying river...
like god's own mosaic... in this big creation we call life ...!!