Blue Mountain Of Aravalli

You do not need to know, what's the date off this day...
today is the first day of your life, come what may.
The date doesn't matter or which part of the world your in...
what matters is that you are feeling, what your conscious mind is dictating.
There are moments there are touches with different attitudes ...
the sensation of the wind slowly caressing you,
leaving  your hair dancing in the breeze,
you walk  slowly, amazement in your eyes ,
a complete mood of submission ,
a segregation version of myself within me.
As I start walking, and i momentarily stop again,
I was standing beneath the Aravalli,  just above it there is, the moon
the full moon...All around me, there's a canvas of blue and white,
and the crispiness of the leaves falling from the trees.
A smidgeon of a Dholak , playing far away...
wherever its playing I could not be sure,
but it was coming from those mountains,from the house on the hill.
the night birds were shrieking making a right cacophony...
The whistle of a train in the distance, on its way to Udaipur,
I went across to the dabha, where the locals took shelter 
from the wind from the cold...
and right there was a burner, brewing tea all night long. 
The rising steam from the tea  most well coming it was,
I took a cup and sipped, it was heavenly.
then i saw the moonlit Aravalli,
nothing much on the road,
I remember the view so well, the scenes of nature at its best. 
the freshness of the air took me by surprise,
It was quite nippy, just below the Aravalli   
I inhaled deeply that air... so fresh, that  natural air...
the scent of the trees so heady... descending from the hiils
the Acacia  intermingled with the Pine, and the Eucalyptus trees      
the experience of an unknown life,which I've always wanted to live,
beneath those moon lit hills.
once more I looked over the moon lit hills of Aravalli,
hard to except the presence of this world ,
the silence that nature offered, I uttered silently...
a wish, a wish before Aravalli , a wish a promise,
that before too long, I'll pass through here again,
I promised myself that i would travel i would roam, 
to see as much as I could...of this wonderful world.
I wish, I wish I wished as I asked the blue mountain of Aravalli,
to grant my wish come true,
is it not to much to ask from a man with a pure heart, is it now... 
that's when I saw him, walking slowly towards me,
that gait on his walk, the proud way he talked was wonderful to see...
in the chill of the night, he looked right through me.
Its way pass midnight , there's always a story, a very old story,
of a woman and a man...and there always will be....