Saturday, July 31, 2010

Akin to .



Sprinkle me like you pepper the omelet over the hills..
Need wings to fly over the  green magic..
Tiger roars  and pug marks  for company,
A  fine drizzle  wets and  wafts over  the  face  somnambulant
 Slush squeaks heartily  underneath  the pair of sneakers 
 Earth breathes  its soul in the 
 wilderness whole..
And the birds mimic the unknown  piano keys 
 Tongue pops out to  slurp  in the sulfur taste of the rain drops that slip in
Rocky mossy globs a browsing elephant  calf ?
Winding footpaths unravel lush pubic hairs unseen in a country maiden
Pausing on a cliff ,  a distant roar wafts in ,
 the unseen liquid diver , a waterfall in all its lyrical strength.
 Seen God..?
This must be akin to ...



Naveen Bharathi