Unbound

Step out, let others reach

Leaving an empty field

Behind

An imagination of the wild

The anecdotes weaved into a life

And festive days,

The music is playing loud

In the mountains, those are seen

Someone is in the kitchen, washing endlessly

With you asleep, next to me

I remember

Life is all that one needs,

For life and happiness

Unbound, as you said

The sounds are comforting

Hammering of stone, running of water

A vehicle approaching

A dumper overturning,

The schlokas in Malayalam

They heal, all the same

And when these fail

There still remain

The mountains

The breeze.