Though the clouds were thick
And not much light
With little hint of the sun
But the long night had broken
People woke from deep slumber
Able to find their way
Even before the morning fog cleared
The darkness
Became day
The grimness
Became hope
But the long night had broken
People woke from deep slumber
Able to find their way
Even before the morning fog cleared
The darkness
Became day
The grimness
Became hope
Where there are no maps
I keep faith
I’ll find my way
Where there are no roads
I keep faith
I can forge my own
From the daughter
Roiling and playful
Down the narrow valleys
To the gentle, fertile
Fulsome matriarch
Mother of the plains
No matter
The quality
Of the scene
Or moment
Daytime dreams
To be fulfilled
Until sunset sky’s
Reminder
Possibility Illumines
Nighttime dreams
Which carry me
More this:
The journey here
Intends to scale
The mountains of
My inner life
In these foothills, at Rishikesh