Visit me again

Hey! Ooty! Why do you always take my breath?

Oh! Your beauty is always envied even by death!

Recollecting my thoughts about events that occurred years back was difficult and I couldn’t stop myself from sitting now and again and wonder about the things that had happen in Udgamadalam. Guys! It’s Ooty to behold! I couldn’t help but drift towards a bollywood flick, guess which?

Whenever I think about any hill station that infects me with a sense of inseparable beauty, it is Ooty no doubt! A different world in itself, it is not an obnoxious mixture of human kind with the blessed nature.

Those compact step by step houses, clustered breath to breath coniferous tree (I guess) makes one swoon to the mystical note. And the famous falls that come after a track full of soulful walk are as magnificent as they could be and even fatal but that’s another story (you see I’m alive!).

(This picturesque hill station can also be viewed from a distance from a peak you’ll arrive at in the next paragraphs.)

Such valleys are not found in the Himalayas either. Nilgiris have influence and magic of their own; can only be experienced by visiting!

Peaks like the Dodabetta (from where you can see hill stations including Ooty) might be an image of a place from the Himalayas (by many a travelers) but the essence of its self is distinguished by the soul attired in purity and dignified sanctity. Though Dodabetta isn’t holy in any sense (if I remember correctly) one feels wanted by the mystifying natural mystique of this place. I might be over praising, even though it doesn’t deserve such an honor, Dodabetta is a must visit if anyone ever makes a mind to see the Nilgiris. And yes Ooty has to be the top priority on the ‘must visit’ list!

O’ thee take me,

Take me to place,

To a place I’ve never been.

Take me to a place,

That I might not like.

But take me to a place,

I don’t want to ever come back from.

Take me there,

For my generations to come!

Ripples in the path

With the blue fleecy sky,

I stood at the cove of the lake,

The reflection of the roof so high,

I gazed to satisfy the namesake.

A fickle in the eye and I darted the miraculous,

The miraculous tree,

Serene, sizzling in fuss,

I could adore it free.

The aged puckered leaves,

The death bereft rumoured bark,

The far sighted roots I believe,

It was autumn of yellow-a new life’s spark.

And again as I admired,

A leaf indeed another soulless soul,

Oh! Just plucked from the twig the wind hired,

It landed into breath’s bowl.

Indeed lifeless but had had,

Ergo I imagined it be full of ripples,

The illusory of coffin was sad,

It danced and swayed like those nearby beetles.

It dreamingly holding the hand of the wind,

Fell on the water contour,

Again forming ripples and started to unwind,

It had a déjà vu of life and his tree mentor.

It laid there and ricocheted through the ups and down,

It glanced those cumuli,

It smiled and why would it frown?

It said causing an aura within its radii-

“You love to cry,

Because you can't afford to smile,

But would you smile,

When you would love to cry?”

I stopped those tears,

On the losing of a soul,

I controlled my fears,

On the losing of a precious soul!

It said and couldn’t believe,

“Life is just another path we leave a space behind us,

For others to grow and throughout the life heave.”

And I never realized it triggered in my life the coming of a new dusk!