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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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...

Quite the afternoon...

This seemed like a fine afternoon to scribble down something.

After flipping through a few pages, I found that spot.

The clock kept ticking at a leisurely pace…

Maybe it's going to be ‘two thirty’ for a long time now…

It was an ordinary moment really;

The day was changing colours right under the Sun,

The air was filled with a concoction of noises;

The mild bustling of cars on the streets, carpenters at work,

Whistles of the pressure cooker, a running tap,

Dogs barking at the motorcycles on the streets,

Trees swaying with the gentle breeze,

And even the crickets were around...

I was in between my yawns and sighs,

My eyes set on the ceiling fan,

Staring & wondering if there's something to admire about it…

The dullness of this hour had this eerie soothing effect.

The sluggish hands of the clock barely made a move,

Minutes to seconds went by but time stood still.

Soon the Sun began to draw its curtains;

Its light kept fading with every move;

The clock timed the act and conveniently so...

Perhaps it’s going to be two-thirty for quite some time...