A Drop of Heaven

Of that bench I often think

and will,

perched on the edge 

of a new high 

I'd never experienced before.

The one that opened 

its arms 

to the sprawling 

mountainside 

like the coy but sturdy 

village maiden

sitting in a quiet corner 

I'd often wonder at

As if nothing existed before

or mattered after

such pure, 

untouched beauty

soaked one in

Whitest white clouds

breezed about 

without knocking 

shaped by 

the vivid imagination

of that innocent child

biting into

sour green apples

straight off a tree

Never did I realize

the state of blank

can be one of 

Peace. 

Happiness.

T'was the closest 

one came to 

heaven on this earth and

taste of the sparkling

elixir flowing in the brooks

still lingers

A dedication to my first visit to Churaah, Himachal Pradesh in June 2011

Photo Credit: Tariq Khan