My Mountain

By Ekta Pandey

With bare feet and a heavy soul,

I began the journey to find my heart.

Running into the wind to embrace nothing but butterflies.

With every step and breath I take,

I met the ocean lord by the lake.

His mischievous waves wrapped around me,

Luring me with the illusion of love.

Yet this sweet-sour love met its end,

As the stars drew him to his end.

Again, barefoot and with an empty heart,

I wandered paths to make me whole.

Running into the wind to embrace nothing

But the pieces of me.

The sky, a canvas bold and broad,

Guided my steps to the mountain god.

The mountain, pristine and grand, stood tall,

Urging my weary heart to stall.

As I whispered my despair,

He pulled me closer and embraced me with devotion.

As the stars whispered awake,

Dreading that her touch might whisk him away,

Yet he held me near

As the stars shone clear.

Again, running into the wind to embrace you,

Hoping that you are my mountain,

Not my ocean.

By Ekta Pandey