On a solitary boulder amidst the idyllic snow clad mountains, sitting
To the rapturous and mellifluous music of cascading Vitista, listening
Over matters abstruse of this meandering and ephemeral life, pondering

A staccato of gun fire in the far distance – my thoughts, disrupting

When will this endless catalysmic upheavel end, before becoming all annihilating
How will this senseless and macabre dance of death abate, short of exterminating
Will there ever be only love sans any wanton fires of violence, self consuming

A sudden eruption of wistfulness and melancholia, descending                              
Of the times of unadulterated love now long bygone and dusty, fading
Of chinar leaves, snow, hugs, kisses and mirth serene of my lover, echoing

Will the paradise ever truly become one as earlier – my mind, cogitating

How will the young of today know what eternal love is, captivating
When will peace and tranquillity return to its home, wondering
A faint yet firm hope in my heart forlorn whispers soon, smiling