My Unrevealed World of Woods

When I am eventually geared-up to escape

the hectic pace of dismal life,

my nerves twitch and fervently

I scamper to my “Unrevealed World of Woods”.

Oh! Did I mention how soothing, how tranquilised I feel

all alone in these woods?

Here, the daylight lingers into the fragrance of delight,

A spirit of revitalization illuminates me as I fight--

a fight against this stressful world, 

I think I must prevail against the darkness of despair!

Forgiving all the everyday endeavours, 

let’s march towards a place, not less than heaven--

Where I can wash away 

the dirt from the day.

I walk out my back door,

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each one creaking in response

to my foot step.

I stroll across the backyard

onto a small dirt path--

The path leads into the woods.

When I am eventually geared-up to escape

the hectic pace of this dismal life,

I impulsively head for my secret sanctuary--

That one place where I can be alone

and away from all the everyday endeavours.

A place where I can wash away the dirt from the day.

It's the woods where I spend much time,

contemplating life and extracting pressure--

about it as I wander down the path,

thick with crawling ivy and bugs galore.

I behold the azure,

all evanesced in hues of violet and pink

and watch the last of the day's clouds float away

as if they are a part of the magical forest dream.

I am witness to... every timeless moment

that happens in this sacred place.

Time unravels at its own pace here

and it means nothing to the night creatures,

that call this place home!

The crepuscular zephyr blows gently across my face,

I breathe in the somnific smell 

laced with the hint of jasmine.

I take it deep into my lungs 

and letting it slowly heal me,

giving me great relief 

from the chaotic day.

I exhale slowly,

letting go of all the stress and strain

that dealing with society 

places upon me.

It's here that I feel unshackled--

Sans impediments,

Sans frontiers,

Sans hardships.

For I can be blithesome,

I can be myself,

and once again

become attuned with nature.

Sitting on an old log,

surrounded by nothing but serenity--

as the woods grow thicker

and the trees stand taller.

I smile gleefully and close my eyes,

embarking in a state of eternal euphoria.

Cradled in the loving arms of these woods,

as the moon watches over me

and the stars glimmer

as if, they were embellished with Daedalian diamonds.

And amidst it all,

a tiny soul mutters--

The call of the woods...