The fast train to Karjat passed through Thane station and then through a tunnel whose end revealed a beautiful peak, but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. I got down at Nerul thinking about the naked beauty that nature has in its store, but I’m not satisfied. Through the passages in forests I walked towards the ends of the peak, I can hear nothing, not even my whispers because my ears wanted to listen to something else. Voices of the lady who promised me of living a dream.
I glanced at the mirrors that nature had installed in Charlotte Lake in search of her but they reminded that I was born a loner and am destined to be one. The signs pointed to the One Tree Hill, my limbs lit up at the sight of it , but the passage to it was twisted and my spirit down at the sight of ups and up at the sight of downs. I eventually crawled to my target and glanced at the beautiful tree that stood lonely but tall just like me. Thoughts revealed of some poetic tinges
“ I am the One man standing on the One Tree Hill,
Listening to the leaves clutter,
Answering to the wind’s whispers,
Wondering about your presence elsewhere.”
Tired were the limbs but not my will because I haven’t found what I’m looking for, I am lost in thoughts and also my way, Soubnds of horses galloping brought me onto the right track. I remembered that she was there, everywhere, gulped by the nature. My eyes were to blind to notice her presence. Glad to have seen this I returned to Nerul again with my thoughts bright.
The beaches have always been my heart-throbs with my heart attracted to them like an iron bar to a magnet. But on this day I walked alone, watched at children building castles, it reminded me of a song by Jimi Hendrix called castles made of sand, they eventually crumbled into the sea and so is my hope of seeing her. They dug the sands in search of shells, the bells of nostalgia struck hard in my head then. I gazed at the waves for a long time, they came near and went far and so did she.
How can I forget the way she had gone climbing the stairway to heaven never to return, sinking my thoughts into oblivion never to float? How can I kill the fact that the mirages in which she lives are digging daggers into my heart? How?
She seems to be so near but yet so far,
Your illusions seem to be so gorgeous yet so short,
This pains seems to get more uglier and stay long.
