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...

Catch a glimpse of my Triund trek experience

Liked the background music? 
Ask me about the artist!

Write to me at neelanjana24@gmail.com

I felt infinite...

I sit here silently, 

Happy with what I have 

And letting go of what stood beyond me. 

The colours of nature enter my soul through my eyes, 

And in that moment,

I felt infinite...

The Young & The Wild...

You wander like a nomad in your youth. You follow the wind, see seasons change...
And then, marvel at nature's secrets.
They tell you to stick to the lines,
But you're quite the mischievous hopper, aren't you?

With the heart of a wild child,
You laugh at all those falls.
Even with the pain, you muster up some courage.

Perhaps, the boundaries are meant to protect
But the world beyond fascinates you...

You create your own directions, The walls can't hold you back.

Hope surprises you.

Hope is like a solitary leaf dancing with the wind,
Flying freely and carelessly...
Sometimes, you're almost certain that she'll fall flat on her face..
And that's when she surprises you.

Sometimes, I wonder...

Woke up to the call of a dull afternoon,

An afternoon in the plains,

While, my heart yearned for the hills

As I looked outside my window,

A tender fall of a raindrop catches my eye.

Like a scene from a half dreamt dream;

Like a poem in the making,

It speaks…

With a still gaze, I try to soak it all in

The assortment of greens, reds and pinks in my garden,

A solitary white flower blooming in the wind,

Birds chirping one at a time, occasionally joining into a duet

The fading in and out sound of a hovering airplane,

Adding that tint of urban culture to this isolated fancy world of mine…

This single moment,

A union of so many voices;

The coming together of so many stories...

Yes, this ordinary life.

A coexistence of worlds that run in parallel

With or without, our knowing

Sometimes, I wonder…

Don’t you wonder too?

Image courtesy: http://s1005.photobucket.com/user/rosydeava/media/Nature/045autumn.gif.html