Wednesday, 24 February 2016

winters at it's fag end :(

Winter is at it's fag end ,there is still sadness everywhere,the trees stand naked, dis robed of their leaves and the earth littered with the sadness of yellow leaves.
It's early morning, the horizon is clothed in the garment of white, the first rays of sun pierce the wide blue sky planting kisses on the blushing hilltops,the sky stuffed with white cottoned clouds,drifting lazily on the ether of the azure,a flock of birds racing against the icy winds.
The water pipe runs dry,the landscape is dry and a thick blanket of arid envelopes the whole sky.
And everything is cold and frozen, the countless streams, the rivulets,the water in the bucket,yesterday's left over tea and may be my smile too.
Battling winters the dogs have forgotten how to bark,cuddled in one corner,they beg for the sun to shine as once again they prepare themselves for the cold and gory day.
The teeming coffee shops,the jam packed restaurants,the market bustling with activity,women selling vegetables,the din and the chaos of the market,everything has disappeared, closed shops greet you everywhere, a chilling quiet hounds the atmosphere,a grave silence echoing everywhere.
And it gets dark too soon here and nights are damn long ,waiting for dawn is that never ending wait for your lover,the clock ticks lazily and loudly, sounding like the gong of a monastery, shattering the silent vow lady night has taken.
It's around this time the night sky is the clearest, stars sprinkled across the canvas of black, exploding brilliantly into million Roman candles of rich yellow, orange and red, the powerful night sky quietly  adding brushstrokes to a Van Gogh's painting, the moon bathing in milk and ' silence ' polishing the night ring by ring.
Yes !! winter is at it's fag end here but i always carry a winter in my heart

: This write is about the fag end of winters in Ladakh

Friday, 24 October 2014

..so its a new morning..

..so its a new morning..i can hear the birds chirping..still having hangover from yesterdays party..now every break up seems like a party..they say love is life..but for me love has always been chimeric..for me friends have been life..and friendship..a madness..have always loved their company..we all know of the story of the moth and the flame..and the fate moth meets..the same is my story..the vicious cycle goes on..
...so its a new morning..yesterday i have buried in the cacophony of Sean Paul's song..gyrating myself out of a hopeless story..i was chasing a mirage..chasing a shadow..they say love is strange..it is really strange..strange is life..
...so its a new morning..and i used to talk to her..for hours..listening to her laughs..her jokes..a friendship soon boiled into love..a beautiful feeling..that was indeed love..i felt it..umpteen times..they say love just happens..you never know and by the time you realize you are already deep into it..it does not need reason..
..so its a new morning..one more page adds to my book of defeat.. i am again lamenting a broken song..one more dream gone wrong..
.so its a new morning..life is not rosy..life is not moon,stars and daffodils..it is not a riverdale story..life is brutally dark..life is ugly..life is Bukowskian..and now i am loving this darkness..
..so its a new morning..i feel like a stupid..i laugh at my yesterdays..for i was looking for a truth that never existed..
..so its a new morning..and as i write these last lines..a butterfly lands on this page..nothing more to say..

Saturday, 22 March 2014

the shepherd

..being a shepherd..the most holy of all the professions..

While on the way to Tsomoriri Lake in Ladakh last summers,we came across this herd of sheep and goats.Tried wearing the shoes of a shepherd,even if it was only for some moments.The experience was ethereal,calm and peaceful.Loved being a part of this wilderness. :)

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

the wild flower

..the wild flower knows how to survive the extremes..it is a great source of inspiration..mould yourself into a wild flower..this world is full of pain..