“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” – Khalil Gibran
Lo and Behold, Boulevards of Bangalore Envisaging the symphony of reverie while I pass through, Emerging force of trees from the pavements, Like the axon in me, do you also send impulses into those nebulous sky? Intertwined like lovers, who are inseparable of time, scampering to reach each other's bosoms, embracing and nuzzling to the quiver of zephyr in the air. Do you also scrimmage to the gale that howls? Ephemeral raindrops that promenades through you like diamonds tumbling down, Gleamy sun that flickers inside playing hide and seek with me, Does universe radiate ray of hope and send glinting stars at night to promise life will be alright? I marvel at your mystique, Staring at you in incredulity, Are you the nerve sheath of those effervescent clouds or of the valor souls in heavens? There's a child in me having a fancy for; Will you heave me up to conjure into the ether? I wish to usher the lonely moon and pluck stars to your crown and bring down the colors brushed off from the rainbow at the horizon,
To the roots of humans, so as to revere all those spirits through a whiff of non-chalance, For this celestial body to move around the orbit in a decorous balance...
