First Shower of Rain – A Poem

  Warmth grows from the dense cold mist Call of nightjars disguise the isolation Majesty of the sun obscured by overcast dawn Radiance of the bonfire dwindles and dies Rampant raindrops fall freely on my forehead Papilio emerge from the rain as the first rain falls Droplets on the butterfly’s wings reflect turquoise hue A…

Rain Falls to Bestow a New Spirit – A Poem

They say rain brings sorrow and pain They say it comes to make you wail I oppose, I’ve seen those drops falling down on my window glass Every drop that plunges on the casement brings shaft of light in my eyes Every dewdrop that falls down on my face invigorates my heart I’ve seen that…

4 Reasons to nestle in the lap of Himalayas

With a cup of hot chocolate in my hand, sitting in front of my window I can talk about the Himalayas and its places incessantly. They have been cardinal parts of my life and have touched my heart and soul in a dramatic way. I have been traveling to the Himalayan mountains ever since I…

Untraveled Wilderness – A Poem

I wonder what’s on that untraveled path It looks detached from the human race That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone A shepherd and his sheep; a muleskinner perhaps The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch I stand at a distance to see where…

The Lost Island – A Poem

  A hundred thousand crystal-like sun rays shine on the waves Golden beams of sunlight gently pierce as the waters misbehave Arresting deep navy blue water takes me sailing far far away Gust of wind sways my boat and pushes it closer to an obscured cay The water of this reservoir so clear and tree…

On the Road Again – A Poem

I’ve come a long way With the help of a sheen ray No vehicle to take me there Seems I’ll have to walk 20 miles more Sauntering through the soggy jungle My shoes get wet & my bag’s rather heavy that I crumble I lay down seeing the floating clouds hanging low Haze enfolding the…

Bliss in the woods – A Poem

 There is a pleasing silence in the howling winds There is calmness in the thunder and lightning There is bliss in the sound of roaring sea waves There is sense of togetherness and joy in the pine forest There is an overwhelming sense of familiarity on the concealed trails On the mountain top and deep into the sea; All the dirt and pebbles have absorbed that comforting music Verdant meadows to swathe you in their springy turf This all brings me back here, back to the woods.