Himalayas #AtoZChallenge

H has to be Himalayas for me!

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They are my second love after ‘Books!’

My first experience in Himalayas was spellbinding. To stand and gaze at the mighty mountains was utterly fabulous. The mountain air evokes the soul within you and certainly come back to the plains a changed person. It is so sublime that I have goosebumps just thinking about it.

View Point 1, Goechala Pass, Sikkim with Mt. Kanchenjunga in the background
Me and Mt. Kanchenjunga in the background

Days and days pass by

My love for them stands by

It is a calling I cannot ignore

For I long for them forever more!

I have been visiting Himalayas every year now.

Well do visit Himalayas, the abode of mighty mountains and bliss!

Or have you been to Himalayas and how was your experience?

Summer and Mangoes!

Summer and Mangoes

The twin mango trees in my grandmother’ yard..
Have made me a bard
As the sun spewed rays, sweaty beads adorned us in no time
Mangoes were gathered, picked, cut and pickles savored our tongue in no time…
Ripe ones made it to the belly
To avoid a battle of mango jelly
Well memories shared around and with the tree remains…
So does the trees and their magic

twin mango trees ,summer and mangoes
The twin Mango trees

Future: Poetry

A future so hopeful yet distant;

A second, a minute, an hour, a day, a year

Man clinging on with a faith so dear,

Pondering on the worries this instant

A better life that he dreams often

Lost in the thoughts of the morrow

Never a joy in the moments he borrows

Of others who may hit the coffin

The mind stands unperturbed and lonely

With the hope of the future content

And a world so definite

A life in the now and only

As Soul beckons for the present

Seldom does the clock strike infinite

 

Landscape: Poetry

 

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Rumbak Village as seen from Stok La, Ladakh, India

“You take the colours right from the palette, I say!

You speak of a place within, I gather.

Painter happens to be my soul, ain’t it?

You often have a say with the silence.

Such myriad colours you adorn yourself with

And glare at me for treading upon you

I gasp for breath out of exhaustion and astonishment

You sure have ensnared me in your arms”