Monochrome Mountains

If you ever ask me to describe
What peace feels like,
I’ll describe the first night
Spent in Sahyadri’s mountains after the hike.
 
The sky turns into an inky canvas
For the stars to have a spotlight,
And the hills come vibrantly alive
In the absence of bright yet harsh daylight.
 
Heavy silence tries to stretch
Deep into my bones,
Even the most verbose mind,
Takes solace in these tranquil zones.
 
As the high winds & trees weave
A soft melody to soothe any fear,
The body succumbs to a rest
We have forgotten to hold dear.
 
The hard soil forms a bed
As space turns into a cover,
Nothing ever makes my blood sing
As my ancient, earthy lover.