On life and its vagaries

Buried Hills

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Buried Hills


As I prepare to say goodbye

To this land of hills and the ephemeral showers

I feel a deep sense of ennui

Everything feels grey, and without glitter

The green leaves seems to have lost their luster

The valley’s their life

This mist in the pass itself looks like a smog

That shrouds everything pleasant

And appears to releases an unhealthy vapor

Of mistrust and tastelessness


I stayed here for couple of long years

Shedding my sweat on these roots of grass

And trying to tend a few shoots upward even

Praying that things would change-

For the better in this land of the forsaken


I didn’t know

About the curse this land had

Of having ever to bog down to the shadow

Of a distant and disturbing past

The memories it carries of muted pains

And violated lives, both of plants and the moving

The hovering thoughts over the plateau

Of mistrust to the visiting life


The other visitors to this land, unlike me, had

Intuited this fact the moment they alighted here

They opted to play the role of disinterested visitors

And were saved by that very fact

I erred in not doing so, and carry the regret

Still with me as I say bye to these buried lands


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  1. Aw…this has such resounding sadness weeping through it…hauntingly beautiful.

    ~Lady Day

    June 14, 2012 at 6:58 pm

  2. So interesting to think of lands buried! It works though. k.


    June 14, 2012 at 7:54 pm

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