Monday, February 22, 2010
Breathing the Snow
Dawn woke up to me one day,
a cup of elated tea, cardamom of joy,
a sip to divinity and a path;
The road fell clear, bathed in white
white as thine soul, clean as mother's love.
Maiden creak of the shoe, first glimpse
of purity, led me to my atonement.
Nudging my ways through shallows,
yet so serene, I went perturbed.
The breath I took, for the first time,
filled my lungs to content.
The breeze strummed ragas in the head,
the chill brought; sudden but fine warmth within.
Closed eyes, I saw purity,
Open eyes, I saw divinity.
Awed senses longed no more,
all they wanted, was to stay,
to stay with the snow, to live with it;
to let the time freeze.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010