A long delayed post. This one is dedicated to the start of the new year. The past year has had its own stories. Yet, the feeling of having missed out on finding beauty in the simplest pleasures that life has to offer was something I was persistently being nagged by. And I'm happy to say that January has been a particularly wonderful month in that regard. So here's to forging new stories and opening your eyes to previously unseen experiences. I hope you all like it!

Deep inside
In the wake of the mind
A storm resides
Leaving me blank and blind

To the green rustling trees
To the yellow summer bees
To the white gustling river
And the leaves set aquiver

The land that exists
On a far distant shore
And dissipates in the wind
Much closer than before

Far the mountain speaks to me
With stories of ages now debris
Yet my deaf ears can't seem to hear
Although the cliffs now stand quite near

Fleeting, the moment passes away
Unseen to the ears and unheard to the eyes
One by one as the hair turn gray
The weight of wrinkles saying goodbyes

Only if heard closely, you see
The trees and bees were speaking to me
The mountain's story was one of mine own
From long forgotten times unknown

- Aarya Gandre.