Boundless Time:
There was that mountain
Just above the shiny serene green hill
There was no footpath, 
The mists came and went 
No footprints that it left in urge of leaving mountain shapeless,

Colourless therefore it was lifeless,

Confined with the lost cause of no height
The hill below the mountain devoid of light and serenity,

It climbed down the heights like the stream of tears-

The fresh breath like the thousand men underneath the glory of sun,

That eloped in the joyous love

From the top of that the world it showed,

That was wonderful that was magnificent

The force of thousand men like
In the hailing and kissing of the Sun

It carried on remaining like, like a cub
Of the mountain- that green hill
That serenity, defying the mist,

Clouds and the bridge of serendipity

And suddenly the green hill that relaxed and got covered in the growth of weeds
Of pain in soul that was intruder
The sun covered, the mighty force intrigued in trial of stamina
Tribunal like the gushing river
The clouds covered, mist overwhelming and green,

tall and serene hill stayed as if it didn’t exist

In the journey upward suddenly
The hill arises in its pride to shake its shoulder

Just to see that there's that mountain high above the hills
The two hills now, the ying & yang, the shouldering almost equally

So that the foothills are dug, palaces are erect and the garden,

That is of time of Eden created where there's no slush but force,

No malice, hence joy,
In joyous twinkling, sharp, aware and madly in love pairs of eyes of the two- that herald the connection towards eternity,
Oh, that's what the mountain above the hill oversee to carve the landscape of most wonderful rendezvous of destiny 
That the lights through the hills herald in that wonderful making of the universe, of whose makers then blesses in the joy of the pride
That's as high as the two high hills
That they were there boundless time before!!

 

End

London, May, 2010

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