If you have ever been alone in a vast mountainous range, with nothing, or nobody, but the nature as your companion, if you listen carefully, you can hear the hum - the hum of the mountains whispering, softly, tenderly...
Whispers in the Mountains
Winds in the lonely mountains
swish past the ears
Whisper the lilting songs of love
with mysterious air
Brush past the cliffs, strumming
sounds of soft strings-
Lilting enigmatic lyrical tunes
have a life o' their own liking
Their mysterious lure is charmed
with magic of the spring
Bluebells, daisies, pansies frolic
Geese take wing.
A spell's cast on the being of the soul
Heart sings in delight
the songs of yore; wakes up to the
voices of its inner core...
Awareness of the vastness of
universe appears
in both inner and outer
animated spheres...
Awesome peaks do speak
in mallow, hushed tones
Talk to the spirit directly
in a language of the soul:
No words are needed here
to convey the deep meaning-
Soul responds directly
to the vast awning...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Written 13.07.2007
Modified: 25.04.2009, 12pm.
Pic. "Mist in the Valley" Barog, Himachal, India; by and copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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