Mountain Dreams
a morning in the hills
dreams come no more
skies connected
wings fly in all directions
breeze, wind, brown leaves
afternoons in a garden
with values of life and care
a white cat and a black dog
chess but no opponent
the self is the master
to grow and give up and to
grow up back again
voices of night await
for silence to take a chance
to lure hearts in exploring
someone is changing
an owl comes to confirm
thunder came three nights
and will come back again
the leaves fall from trees
and a tyre is a swing
flowers bloom silently to
colour the setting of a school
The Mountains Tell a Story
a boy of twenty seven
travelling in search of self
since someone once denied
to recognize that humans
are born free
the boy has lost the sense
of belonging to his native
land once he left his home
for a living
ten years, he worked in a
country that divided itself
into several identities and
yet the boy could not
remember his own
’cause he was called a
stranger, an immigrant in
his own land by people
who were born with same
features
a nose, two eyes, lips and
ears, at least these could
be seen
they called him the mountain
boy and wished he had left
the plains
the boy made up his mind
and remained where he
wanted to be but in his heart
grew questions on humanity
until a day, when he met a
mirror and images of borders
were blurred…
who owns a land and who can
leave one behind, since this
world belongs to those, who
are given birth
where ever you are and
whoever you are none can
deny you any part of earth,
since for another century
at least Earth would be free
(Pictures: Pixabay)
