Showing posts with label #Mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Mountains. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Himalaya Calling - In Praise of a Silence...


"And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore.
These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention..."
- en route to Ukhimath, Uttarakhand.

Friday, December 9, 2016

Himalaya Calling - The Journey


The most beautiful and ugly journeys do not ends.They continue much after you think, you're through.

It's just like love. Ceaseless!

It's also like a fly. Buzzing!

So where to begin this story ? Okay let's begin with the shadows I was carrying all through this journey until I was exhausted and had no where to hide.

Shadows of those forlorn untidy unkept letters I had written in love. At least I took it as love. I was so sure of it that I was already designing the new house in my drawing book. I was writing off all my past debts of memories.

Until one evening I know that I was always alone and all through I was talking to those beautiful shadows in my dreams.

And then I had no where to go. The walls were becoming unbearable with its contempt .The bed was agonisingly white and pale. Everyone started behaving strangely as if it was only my fault to imagine that I was in love.

And I ran. Ran away as far as possible until I reached in front of the flowing Alakananda river and the tall, rather very tall Himalayas.

And then ? Blame Kafka for writing "Metamorphosis".

Monday, November 21, 2016

Himalaya Calling - Highway on my Plates

और क्या एहद\-ए\-वफ़ा होते हैं।
... and what else is love my dear!


"और क्या एहद\-ए\-वफ़ा होते हैं
लोग मिलते हैं जुदा होते हैं

कब बिछड़ जाये हमसफ़र ही तो है
कब बदल जाये इक नज़र ही तो है
जान\-ओ\-दिल जिसपे फ़िदा होते हैं

और क्या एहद\-ए\-वफ़ा होते हैं ..."


"...and what else is love my dear,
when we meet and separate,
on the path we travelled,once,together.

we do not know when we go away,in love,
and our eyes are wet and vacant, yet far,
from the journey we wished to had, together..."