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House upon the Hill

House upon the hill
British colonial still
Rose red brick and cream cheese wslls
Silver roof of corrugated tin.

Polished grandiloquent wooden floors
Chocolate delicious formal doors
Outside summery benches sprawling
On Himalayan stoops of lore.

Kanchenjunga peaks
Dressed up snowy white beaks
Dribbling sunny honeymead sludge
My sixteen years are hushed and still.

I wish I could paint the tones
Memories lovely ebony bones
Of cedars and slender pines
Quiet evergreen times.

The jutting hill rambling down
In rutted paths of pebbled stone
Gina the spaniel slipping along
Loping the mind's slopes bygone.

Breakfast with mom and dad
Many hot buttery toasts crunched and
munched and had,
With pale cognac Darjeeling tea
Debating endless pros and con's of
The mountains over the seas.

The early evening walks
Through uphill snaking woods
The air clear fresh and good
Those days of interlude
The very last summer between
my teens and adulthood.

The blue mist blurs the path
The lighting up of distant malls
The dolls cottages upon the slopes sharply hones
Oh! the way their lives and lights had shone.

Simple Indian mountain folks
Cherubic lasses and rural lads
Applecheeked smiles that charm me still
And clean faces that never seemed sad.

The dotted hillside glows
Paper lanterns illuminate roads
One look up at the celestial sky
Is a celebration of God.

That night upon the varnished porch
I knelt in nature's church
My pew was the dewy downy grass
My altar, a star packed sky above.

God's necklace studs time and space
Embedding the darkest space
Kali glistening in her swathes of midnight silk
Trailing  pearls of the milky way

From sixteen with God's grace
The years have swiftly raced
The heart and mind has grown
With sadness hopes defaced.

Yet I have some treasures in my stowaway chest
Where a glimpse of unfettered sky I saved
Where stars softly shimmer and glimmer
Dead doubt away
My Kanchenjunga days.

© Amrita Valan 2015