Priya

PRIYA The day had just began, I was looking out to see the Nature’s glance. All  around I could see was Nature’s  desire, with  a  vision  to  sparkle  fire. I could see, the  birds  chirping  in  the woods,  as  they  set  to find  food. I  could  hear  the  sound  the  river makes ,  with  deep  splashes & retakes. Their  theme  being  common:  to  assemble  them  in  their  sermon. With  such  treat  that  Nature offered, how could a man  like  me  resist  the fire. So into I  walked  in  the  valley, and  through  the  woods  I  pass. I  could  sense  the  cool  breeze  flowing  taking me  to  it’s  stride, there  somewhere  in  veil of  the  pine trees, I could  see a face. I could see, a  face  that  stirred the soul , and  made my heart  beat rapid, I stood  there  motionless and  collectively  watched  her movements; She looked like a fairy  plucking Roses; her hands were stuffed with red Roses. She  treated them with all attention ; as if it was her own  creation. I could see, as she finished  her work, she mounted  up  the  hill; A  strange  kind  of  attraction  took me on  her  heel. I  looked  up  to the sky  to see  any  reflection  of  the moon; Oh God! Was it  you  in  disguise, in  this hot summer noon. She took a few glances back & forth, & started to  sing a beautiful note. Whatever  plaintive  note she could have sung or the messages it  contain; It  had  cast  a  magic  spell  on  my  brain. I wondered who she was & where from she  came; She  must  be from Heaven all right ! but  did nobody of  earth  complain. I  made a quick try of going  close to her but alas! in vain, For she was nowhere  to  be seen; Oh no! I  could  have ever harm  her, could  have I ? Oh how! Could  she leave me, arresting  my life. As I  look  beyond, I  see her reflection; in  Priya She stared, she looked up & gave a last wink at me.   Rajdeep gupta Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 12:52 AM PST   20 • 0 • 8