Nothing in life is defined. Our place is never certain. There are no real charted territories. No real limits. What we do all the time is walk the line.
Monday, June 19, 2006
An Ode to The Sahyadris
Green heart. Whispering winds. Bird song. Calming waters. Cooling earth. Caressed by light. Golden sun. Peace.
2 comments:
peace, indeed!
I wanna run away from home!
full on haiku style?
and when did u go? and i want to run away from home too... again! :P
nice beeth it.. almost picture the place, fresh from the rains.. *glee*
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