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.

Grandma’s Garden Amid Himalayan Hills

Sometimes you don’t need a thousand words to tell a story. Sometimes it’s not just about words but emotions and empathy. Today, while sitting in a garden in New Delhi, I couldn’t stop thinking about my grandmother’s garden, miles away set amid majestic Himalayas of Uttrakhand. I have seen her taking care of her delightful…

Month of mist and romance in valleys – A verse

  I’ve come here to breath under the heavens This is the month of love in the abode of gods I see a white silky sheet of haze It drizzles often in the valley these days The birds and flowers are singing a song of love There is a nest on a twig of deodar…

A solo journey to the misty woods 

I was in the trance state dreaming about the gigantic Himalayas, the high and low thriving green valleys, the water flowing from the narrow streams and making a way through rocks and down the hills. That’s when my watch struck 4PM, and I woke up from the catnap by a cacophony of hucksters in the…