My Five Senses

Living in the concrete jungle of the city’s thermal island My five senses were stifled to almost dead and bland. To perceive if all of them are still alive and working or not I went from the city to the lap of nature I nearly forgot. I trekked in the high Himalaya along the deep Tista valley The floating fragrance of orchid on hill slope greeted me. The cascading streams on eroded boulders made a murmur I heard the sound of music created by the pristine nature. The clumps of cloud curled up the valley soaking the green My heart mellowed at their soft touch seeping through skin. Up above the tree canopy the clouds melted in cool rain The drops were like elixir of heaven my taste buds still retain. The crimson sun painted gold on peak Kanchajangha at dawn Enthralled and awed, I saw the Himalayan splendor being born. I was then floating on the astral air of grand ecstasy And deciphered my five senses still survived within me. August 6, 2018