My first day

I travel far, I am born to

miles I flew to reach a land

of green, brown and blue

"Israel" said the map, ...where i don't know.

Within all haze, i saw a drop

pristine, chase...innocent flying past me.

I touched her, did I? No...i cann't

she was as pure as the sabbath next day.

Eyes, never seen before as calm as Kiryat

piercing my soul, her gaze made me sweat.

Mediterranean shall shy from her eyes

with the depth and the shine under the morning sun.

Spring had no courage nor the passion

to smile before her, like Negev before Galilee

Her curly locks made the clouds jealous

thundering down with a burst of wrath.

I see her long, bite her lips, petals i call

cheeks getting pink with smile, dreamy eyes!

do i think of her, or she makes me think

a mystery as she is herself.

I still see her ...with my eyes under the sun

in my dreams under the stars

but am still far, miles away

and wait for the day when her heart will sway...

Akshay Vajpayee

(PS: this poem is completely work of fiction)