Past the near meadows,
over the still streams,
up the hill-sides,
down the valley glades,
in winding mossy ways,
listening to the sounds of showers
as the heavens overflowed,
gazing at the rain-awakened flowers....
O, my soul experienced such an ECSTASY
and Harmonious Madness,
i feel unchained from this world of thoughts....
the bright lustre of idealism, i must say!
Wish to realize this sometym soon!!!
Finally, this dawn we start to conquer the mighty Himalayas. I penned down these expressions, a fortnight back, when we returned from the trek to Binog hills. This morn' I sit and dream...William Blake's lines in the back of my mind..."great things are done when men and mountains meet, this is not done by jostling in the street"...I only hope to be lost in the world of some harmonious madness(though the plan is not very promising) and escape from the bright lustre of idealism. Will miss a lot from ma world, as it's now...yet look forth with an enduring hope and a scintillating season this October!!!
over the still streams,
up the hill-sides,
down the valley glades,
in winding mossy ways,
listening to the sounds of showers
as the heavens overflowed,
gazing at the rain-awakened flowers....
O, my soul experienced such an ECSTASY
and Harmonious Madness,
i feel unchained from this world of thoughts....
the bright lustre of idealism, i must say!
Wish to realize this sometym soon!!!
Finally, this dawn we start to conquer the mighty Himalayas. I penned down these expressions, a fortnight back, when we returned from the trek to Binog hills. This morn' I sit and dream...William Blake's lines in the back of my mind..."great things are done when men and mountains meet, this is not done by jostling in the street"...I only hope to be lost in the world of some harmonious madness(though the plan is not very promising) and escape from the bright lustre of idealism. Will miss a lot from ma world, as it's now...yet look forth with an enduring hope and a scintillating season this October!!!
