In the heart of flowers
There is a hidden fire
Fire that soothe breeze
breeze that breath love
Love that embrace valley
Valley that plays pee-ka-boo with clouds
clouds that rushes to caress proud peaks
Peaks clutching perfume of spring
Spring nurturing sweetness of honey
honey the heavenly wine of elixir
elixir that alter any soul a seeker.
Seeker who swirls as a fiery orb
in its own euphoric euphoria
surrender to the pragmatic nature
to decipher the intricacies of life
while tossing questions of pebbles
from its infinite sea shore
filtering recurring waves of complexities
and snatch pearls of wisdom.
Afar, valley with spring of flowers
playing sea saw with stars.
Coy moon with pallid reflection
blanketing valley and reciting poems
where night flowers bloom
once in a while as liberation.
© Maaya Dev