The Veil
Her veil cascaded
Through the hills
Like a water lace
The bride was among the green
She held the beauty and charm
Of this place within
What kind of a bride is she
Made of gushing water
Look she’s waltzing
In her beautiful grandeur
I look at her mesmerized
Her gown to me looks adorned with diamonds
I wistfully think
I’ve never been a bride
My heart never taken
Love never found
A life never made
And here is the bride of the hills
Beautiful and glowing
Her wedding day it is
Bluesy Haven
It was a getaway
But my worries were starting to build up
Couldn’t relax
Couldn’t absorb
The beauty around me
I knew in my heart tougher days were ahead
That I would finally quit
And things were to be
Back to square one
How would I lift my spirits then?
Then came a beautiful mist
Brought with it a twilight so blue
The lanterns cast a glow
All of a sudden a magic unfolded
It seemed a place of fantasy
Beckoning me to ease my worries
The hills they seemed to speak to me
To notice the splendor of the evening light
Plenty happened after that bluesy haven
But the color that flooded my heart
Still remains in my memory
A true blue
The Khandala getaway was just to break free from the city and work once long ago. It brought many things; long drives, corn bhajias, beautiful waterfalls, mist at our window, beautiful rain, learning to play table tennis, fun in the games room, walking down treacherous wet slopes, brining on the music at night but it was coupled with hectic work targets, completing assignments, a laptop carried with me which I never do. It also gave me a growing warning that I needed to slow down even if it meant quitting.
It was a beautiful place to visit though and this particular evening held a magnetic charm.
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