At the gates of Paradise...

 © View from the Triund Trek

One morning I found myself at the gates of paradise, 

A chain of snow clad mountains, 

Surrounded by a coat of fog,

And the buzzing sound of roaring winds...

A surreal scene, where all my Gods stood right before me..

And I thought, I was inside a dream 

Just that I was slipping deeper and deeper 

I didn't mind that kind of falling..

Like a beauty that draws you in mysterious ways, 

Shakes you a little, 

Kills you a little,

And you're never the same...

But time passed by, 

And reality found the crack to seep in...

Slowly everything started to fade away

Still, I held on to that moment

Till my mind finished sketching the whole picture 

Tracing all the contours, 

Filling all the colours...

There, I've saved you forever you see... 

Until the next encounter dawns, 

And I meet you in another skin...

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Visions of a Forest Dream

A dark canvas with the picture of a withering tree 

Its branches melt away into pink and purple hues

Light rays break down into bits of diamonds

The scattered bits mingle with the colours

Colours that dance along the wind like sea waves

Pearl droplets rise from the wet grass 

And float in the air like bubbles of dew. 

Glowworms lit up the dark alleys of the forest

Like twinkling stars on a maiden's hair 

The forest is dark and wild

Its long and twisty roads,

Like the passage to a woman's heart

The deeper you go, 

You lose your way

Once you enter her world,

You are never the same again

You lose yourself 

To find something new.

The forest is full of sounds and mysteries

She waits for those who seek them...