I am a Stranger in My Own Mind
It has been years since I first came down here as a kid, but only very little has changed since then, despite the fact that now I am being a stranger, to the still shady, inspiring and loving environment which once was my personal paradise on earth.
I pace slowly over the thick foliage, now kissing the ground, where layers and layers of leaves plaster the native soil, which is no longer to be seen unless I scratch to search for it. I pace quietly, the echo of my footsteps is not reflected, to distract me, to distract the heavenly peace the eco system maintained for all these years, tolerating the tormenting intruders like me, who pass by to steal the beauty of the place.
Wind echoes though the upper canopy, and soaks the refracting bits of sunlight, to light up the nooks and corners. The reflections are vivid, and enchanting. I remind how I used to spend lonely hours in this place when I felt I should be alone. The same serenity still wafts in the air, I think due to lack of human interference, to which I am greatly thankful.
As I continue walking I come to the open area, the plains extending for acres. Setting sun paints the cumulus over the western horizon, whose reflection is scattered over shades of dark green canopy. I sit on a log, fallen beside the ferns, and lock my eyes on this window to heaven.
Few feet away from me I hear the slithering sound of the waterway, but it’s not to be seen through the waist high grasses.
As I continue my sort of meditation, aquatic birds, herons and many others whose names I never knew, poke their heads through to warn me, I guess.
I forget the depression from my daily chaos for a while, as if I am in my teen years once again, enjoying my freedom.
I wonder whether I am blunt to the exquisite beauty of nature, because of my busy life.
I am not a poet, but I tried to compose something simple, to express my sincere feelings.
Shades of blue and grey
Creep through my mind in dismay
Despite temptations of leaven
Beside the gateway to heaven
I am dreading to walk back
To get drown in daily chaotic pack
The letters and paperwork of pennies
Grey, wrinkled and moth-eaten
I hear the chime, the lullaby of eve
As the dusk of lust mingle to weave
The imagery of a forgotten angel above
Waiting for her unfathomable love
I press my dragging feet at occasional bends
Desired to wait until the concert ends
But I am a stranger in my mind
Forced to survive, duty bound.