The Perfect Window

There was a window leading into the paradise
With lush greens around, marble-sand, and restless stillness of the river
Where the bed was as carefully made in the tent as the weather had shielded us from the storms
Of mountains which may surprise us any moment,
But not tonight.

We made fire, washed our dishes, made tea, time and again
Had some sausages, veggies, rice and food cans
Our heart floated in poetry and songs
We talked about things deep down in our throats
It was a valley of love, the love of nature
The wind carried the freshness of flowers in its currents
And where we sat contained the deep understanding of what makes the earth
And everything that lives on it.

Towards the evening we would go and collect more wood,
Make the fire dance in jolly
Cook a feast for the dinner
Add ganges water in our inebriant 
Clank glasses to our oneness with the mother earth
Let the fire mark its reflection in our pupils and illuminate the darkness of our hearts
While the night around seeped the bright of moon and stars.