Among Mountains

When I am among the mountains
It is as if I am back home,
after days of toil, and turmoil.
And I feel hugged calmly, and deeply.

The deodars and the oaks
Whisper lullabies, as they bend,
and call me by my childhood names.
I close my eyes, and remember how it feels
to breathe in my mother’s arms.

The sky opens its heart generously,
And lets the sunlight play in my hair.
For I have let my hair fall freely and wildly,
Unafraid and unchained.

I have disappeared in the mountains-
In its infinite wisdom.
I am lost,
And in that, I have found myself.

“Don’t leave yet” I hear the wind softly,
“For we have much to tell you.”
I smile bravely as I pack
I know I will come back.
For now,
I tenderly pack memories and sights and sounds.
Wearily I know this too,
the suitcase is too small for my indulgence.

Bhavna
Theog 01-12-24