For the Mountains

Mountains always draw me like home. I visited few tea estates here in Srilanka last Saturday. Tea gardens, pines, winding roads, waterfalls and clouds. Running around in metros, wasting time travellig to capture few moments at home, I often fail to realise that life also exists elsewhere. There is a better air, cleaner water. There is a precious sunset. There is a love story that wind sings with the mountains. Tresspassing a soul that wanders.

Live one day in the valley of flowers
that you always wanted to see.

Live one day with yourself
a person you always wanted to be.

Escape to the vanilla sky,
escape before the dreams die.