The House On The Hillock
The House On The Hillock
The tiny house perched on a hillock
Below the majestic snowcapped Himalayas
Boldly weathering the sun and rain and snow
The passing clouds gliding by its windows
Peering into its mysterious nooks and corners
A climbing rose hugged the walls and crevices
And blossomed in red clusters over the white wall.
A rumbling river flowed deep down in the valleys
Waters gently breaking over the rocky bed
And leaping in joyful spirals into the air
Splattering into a million silver droplets
The swaying pine trees stately on its slopes
The meadow grass dancing to the tunes of the wind.
A lonely soul made his way slowly up the hill
His thin lanky frame blown by the wind
His shirt fluttering in the distance on the mountain slopes
He was the hermit of the hillock
A man of great wisdom, very few words
Who lived in the house on the hillock.
Many a story the villagers tell
Of the Hermit of the hillock
On a cold wintry night, he appeared
He appeared from nowhere
He made his home the deserted house
Which the villagers looked upon in fear
There was a sad story of the house
Which was told in hushed voices in dusky evenings.
On a fine sunny day evening the sun rays slanting
Playing mystical lights and shadows in the pine trees
The family of three went down the river in a boat
Their laugher drifted over the riverbanks and flowing waters
And not to be seen again.
Many a sun and moons later the Hermit appeared
And made his way purposely up the slopes
To the house on the hillock
A long beard hiding his features,
His face lined deep with sorrow
Eyes filled with melancholy
His gaze far away beyond the valley and the river.
Who was the Hermit of the Hillock
No one knew, no one dared ask
He spoke with no one, kept no company.
He lived in the house on the hillock
A life of solitude, a life of deep sorrow.
A year later, on a gloomy winter evening
With the skies overcast and a dreary air
As the shadows lengthened and mist gathered
The Hermit wandered down the slopes to the river
And was seen walking past the bend in the far distance
Receded beyond the pine trees and vanished from sight.
The wind blew eerie whistles among the pine trees
And the river meandered on silent witness to the world.
The following day in the twilight in the fleeting sunlight
The Hermit returns and joyful found his family
Three forms could be seen slowly walking
Up the winding path to the house on the hillock
And in dusky light the family was seen frolicking
On the roof of the house on the hillock
A bearded form throwing up in the air
And catching a pony tailed girl
Whose shrill laughter floated down
From the house on the hillock
Climbed into the twilight rays of the sun
And climbing into the sky
And spreading over the hills and valleys.
It was no more a melancholy house, the roses bloomed
And the lilies all around danced to the winds.