As in fairy tales..

I grew up listening to the stories of the princes, princessess and witches who captures the Pretty Princess in the castle inside the deep forest and Prince Charming riding in his white horse and rescuing her. Not only me, I think there wont be anyone who has not heard these sort of stories in their childhood and picturised in their heads about the thick forests and tall castles.

Instead of white horse I was riding a white scooter when I came across this place. I stopped as I had a sudden feeling of familiarity even though I am visiting this place first time in my life. I walked through the tangled branches touching them and feeling them with my finger tips. I sat on one of the low branches listening to the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves. As usual my wandering mind started travelling to a different world, the world in fairy tales.

The trees were standing apart in the darkness. The world was covered in shadows. Every single sound was evoking fear in them. They always stood there in silence. But the fear was difficult to overcome. They extended their hands to hold each other…To console each other … The more the darkness engulfed them, the more they coiled so that no evil hands can take them away. That made them strong reminding the wise words of unity is strength. They united as one to fight against the shadows as one body and one soul…

Sanjay Gandhi National Park, Mumbai

Tangled, coiled and twisted on their own
Difficult to differentiate where it belong
Bathed by the monsoon droplets
Living in the darkness and shadows
Evoking fear in those who passes by
Reminding of the dark castles of fairy tales

Reflections..

Is it just human beings who care about their looks and perfection or do other living beings also worry about their looks? This was a question haunting my mind since long when I look at the beautiful creations on earth. When we look around we see perfectly combed hairs of dogs, cats and cows even the homeless ones with no one to pamper and take care of them. When we look at the birds also we see neatly arranged feathers and whichever living being I look around I can see perfection everywhere.

I have never thought this way about the trees till I came across this beautiful view during my trip to Sanjay Gandhi National Park in Mumbai.
The whole area was covered with slim and lean trees branched out beautifully covering the whole area. When I walked ahead, I was unable to distinguish which tree looked better than the other. Which tree is more branched or which tree is more greener…

I reached to a point where a pool was formed by rainwater and the more I went near it I could see the reflections of all the trees around that pool. Though it was rainwater and the soil beneath was muddy, the water was clear and looked just liked a mirror. I felt the trees were admiring their beauty in the water . They were checking out who is better. They were stretching out their branches to reach the pool area so that they can see themselves. Beauty is everywhere. We need an insight to see it… to appreciate it..

The slim lean trees crowded around
the tiny pool formed by rainwater
Reaching out to see their reflection
and fighting between their peers
Branching out to prove themselves
Who is the better one than the other..

A long way to go..

Walking through the wild is an awesome experience. The smell of the nature, music played by small streams, wind , birds and insects. Looking around to a world of greenary and fresh air. These small paths has seen so many lives. From the time of ancient age where people used to live in harmony with the nature until this day where other pressing matters which give way to destroying these beauties.

Each and every step of mine gave me fresh energy to go ahead further more. The fragrance of earth was enchanting. The branches covering the path tickling my body made me happy. My lungs bursted with the happiness of having a touch of fresh air than the usual menu of polluted and oxygen deprived environment.

A lot of untold stories hidden in the darkness
Awaiting for the mysteries to be resolved..
Each tree has countless tales to sing
of the days they have seen and yet to come
The seasons they encountered and lived
Away from the exploitation of mankind..

A wisp of light seeping through the trees
A sheaf of leaves piled up paving my way..
A cluster of bamboos arched to welcome me
Here I go searching for my destiny..
To a world of clouds , flora and bliss
Where the heaven and earth entwine..