A Sudden Trip

Rusty old afternoon,

Sun seemed to sigh,

At the beggars who were busy singing,

For lion heads, just another try,

Somewhere in between,

dark clouds took the stage,

scenes like pre–apocalypse,

lisping lullabies giving way to a darker night,

the mind wonders, the rapturous thunder

and temperature reversals gives wings,

the elevation out of reality into the divine,

wish I could trap and mummify in my mind,

but this elation,

a sudden trip at best,

born out of ancestral tendencies,

or just dismissed as a hormonal thing,

Or,

May be sometimes,

We should feel to see,

That nature manifests and celebrates itself,

Through you and me...