Hill Melodies by Shantanu Bhowmik
WAKING DAWN
The Himalayas awaken
To the call of the first light.
Stars yet in deep slumber,
Truly, a magical moment in sight.
Only the sound of the gushing brook
tearing rocks asunder.
The peaceful premises of the mandir yonder
deserted, - none yet , no chirping birds either.
MORNING MELODY
The morning sun hails,
the crimson-tinged eastern sky gleams.
It’s the hour to kindle the meditative lamp
deep within.
With closed eyes, the vision
of the sky unfolds …
The expanse of it , - touching the fringes of
a borderless border.
AFTERNOON MELODY
The temple bells gong!
None in sight;
The small river meanders,
No ripples rise.
The dried leaves murmur,
there's a secret goings on;
The dappled leaves resonate
in a whistling breeze!
NOONTIDE
The dappled edges of the cliffs
in yellow and green;
Village women heaving uphill,
with grass-full of backpacks, can be seen.
The bubbling brook
laughs in glee;
The colourful leaves on its waters,
like tiny sail boats dance so free.