Prasanna Kumari		”A walk in the woods”             To the hilltop led by the sound of sunlight drawing pictures urged by time erasing and re-shaping again and again at every curve old things emerge and re-emerge perhaps, like the hatred which I left some time back nature brimming with a furtive smile and winking with singing colors Me, an intruder inhaling wrinkled happiness the hills and valleys seek the harmony of mist to hide solidified sobs and sighs the topless trees telling stories to the rain of moments of seduction and gloom present the darkened pond escapes to the corner heavy with a destitute’s biography veiled sorrow stumbling on the remnants of concocted complexities babbling brooks trying to evade shamelessly woven dreams of the meadows the cascade rhyming love-laden hours with glory, grandeur and grace I stand here, naked with a haunting melody inside….