There’s one belief- one can’t deny
That angels fly, high in the sky.
And people say, they’re humans, just with wings,
I’d say- just birds, those worldly things.
But one can’t fool, when world’s aware
And try such thing- one wouldn’t dare.
We sit on bench, I contemplate
This ginormous emerald’s fate.
The cold, fresh air that thou inhale,
Comes from the green on city’s pale.
Thou’ll have to sit here- judge it’s size
I wish, I could lend thee my eyes
For either way thou’ll dissolve in bliss
But it gets better if thou don’t miss
How brook trails down into the lake
Canopy’s spearheads tremble and shake
Amongst the chaos of greenish shades
Hiding the sky, those leafy blades
And butterflies- burst, fly, explode
Trail deeper, cease tracing the road!
Enough of resting- we’ll return
Let this sea thy feelings churn
And like mood, let’s trek up hills
Along, collecting angel’s quills
They float on breeze, brushing thy lips
As thou take rest on rocky tips
And gaze at former spanning the sun
The green waves underneath will stun
Thee– the more thou look, the more thou feel
Thine empty heart it’ll beg not, steal
And keep it in the dark abyss
Of one deep lake- thou cannot miss
As thou’ve sat on that one bench
Right before I gave thee a wrench
And made thee walk through green so strong
It flushed away all that feels wrong.
In Rains- umbrella-cap mushrooms,
Empty vast spaces, empty rooms,
And what not else that thou might see
Whilst over the edge of well gaze we
I bet, thou’ll remember that jolly place
Where bunnies jump around and race,
And mother goose with gooselings round
Away from monkey, walks around
And pups, those pups in paw and prance,
Play with thee well in awkward dance
And all those fishes in a wishing pit
Swim around, whilst their nurturers sit.
Arachnids, colourful insects and dragons,
Antelope trails- trekking bandwagons,
Lush green breath of city-odd freshness
Hitting like nature’s creative madness!
Climb up the tower, horizon scan,
And hills and lakes then see you can,
And suddenly right straight ahead
Angels descend- rightly said
Thence through the woods, a trail to follow
Rushing thee under that tree and a few hollow
Just right before they flutter and wail
And forget a feather from their tail.
And all those adventures blood thy pump
For thou have to crawl, climb and jump
To make through all of the miniscule joys
And get to the show for Big boys:
World’s cut in half by pink sunset,
Crickety aura then in gets set.
And wall of darkness sets on place
And lost thou art as if in space,
But look a sparkly matrix blooms up ahead,
It rains to sky through trees from bed
And when one dot towards you flies,
A myriad of fireflies- you realise!
We sit in silence, absorb the vibe
There’s no need for me to describe
Mellow senses, mellow mood, mellow us– all in one
As long as we have Sanjay Van…