The Blue Mountain 

Is it not possible that you and I once again go back to the blue mountain of our childhood ,where you and I used to go ?  That mysterious  mountain, and lake in the foot hill where we used to sit for long hours gazing the mountain and dreamt that one day we will climb it together. That time life was not complex .We engrossed ourselves in small Happiness and stories from  colorful  books.  We used to touch. lake water with our small hands and dreamt of solving the mystery of what laid deep inside that lake!  Then we used to walk through the  fields touching all the  daffodils  and  Daisies . Do you remember we never plucked any flowers !! Some times we raised our faces towards the sky feeling the wind  and smiled at each other whenever we saw  the clouds forming faces in the sky.

I still know that place is waiting for that child to return,  who once  promised to come back. By this time we know that life is a mere drama, a cosmic conspiracy. The illusive mind raises thousands of questions, ego creates millions of  stories.  We have gone through all the stories we experienced so far. These stories we carry through thousands of births. Life is a saga  of love, hate , passion ,charity, adventure, hurt ,pleasure and ego . 

You understand that we have nothing to say at all to  each other . We know it all well by Heart,  the spoken or the unspoken, the truth and the lie. Our quest to search for the missing part of the puzzle, the melancholy inside us, the haunting hundreds of stories we created and destroyed.

We know everything!!

And we know that You will return to the mountain and the lake ,to the daises and the daffodils, to the wind and cloud. 

I will wait for you there. You will find me right  there as you used to find every time you lost me.

I know you will find your way out to reach to the Blue mountain .

P S

 I wrote these random thoughts few years ago and this water colour painting was also done few years back. I felt this  writeup and painting complement each other