Journeys ... A Memory

I continued my way following the foot prints on the sand ...

A puff of air just went passing by,
I closed my eyes in an act to protect my vision;

It was in a few seconds I realized;
I missed the opportunity to watch the wind sketching scenic curves on the sand...

Though bitter sun rays sprayed whole heartedly upon me,
The not so pleasant weather dried up my throat;
And no trespasser to help me find the direction;

I felt the desert more beautiful whose silence was in conversation with me;

A place where one could feel,the meaning of water to life.

I could no longer find any foot prints;
the sand as if asking me to stay back ...

So inhospitable the situation yet many things to be learned ...

I was welcomed by the brown leaves, gently making their road to the soil.
The noisy wind that made the weightless branches swing;

The sun rays effortlessly touched the earth through the woods;
the woods , who stood weaponless to battle the sun;

And the sunshine adding golden effects to the atmosphere;

It felt as if everyone contributing to decorate the season ...

I heard a call as I left;
the surroundings promising me a more scenic sight next time.

That's beauty which lies in the eyes of the bystander ...

Perhaps, it's this inner flavour that make Journeys ; an Album ... May be ...

~Abhi