A tryst with nature
The story began with me making my way,
Through the wilderness of an isolated forest.
The rains had picked up their paint brushes
And painted various hues of green all around,
I could hear a symphony created by the birds.
This was a perfect getaway for a writer.
Hoping to get out of a writer's block.
The final destination was a dilapidated fort,
Which stood majestically amidst the woods.
I couldn't help but gape at this architectural marvel
And sense an ambience of splendor it emanated,
I made my way into the remains through the colossal arch.
The clouds thundered and in an instant,
The outside world became a distant blur.
Ever nook and corner had a piece of history,
The moss on the floor created a carpet,
That welcomed me like a king of nothing,
With a feeling of nothingness I moved to another end.
A network of stairs took me up to the top of fortress.
This is where my mind slipped into a frenzy,
The exhilarating view got me into deep thinking,
The rain drops pattered on me but I was mesmerized,
The fort has been talking to the nature all this while.
Now it wanted to talk to me.
The cold breeze touched my soul and shook me.
I pondered over the cracks on the walls,
Which were deep and beautiful,
Just like my scars.
I closed my eyes overwhelmed by the petrichor,
The high was different this time unlike any other,
Tears of joy burst out as I felt one with myself, the fort and the nature.
The rain subsided and clouds started marching away,
So were the thoughts in my mind.
I stood on the edge and screamed on top of my voice,
The echoes elevated my spirits.
The claps of residual thunder brought me back to my senses.
Content with the intimate conversation I had with nature,
I penned down this fragment of my experience,
Which was a tryst with nature.