Water meanders and erodes but always reaches its desired destination in the end. Are we any different?
The filtering sunlightWaking every cell of yoursAnd the gushing watersQuenching your thirstSo do not throw awayThis thing called life.
The quite of the mountains beckon meTo sit solemnly by the waterfalls.
The narrow hilly roadOr the rickety mountainous onesOr those with the ocean on one sideAnd villages on the other. Caption taken from my poem “Roads”.
And I am a traveller of lifeA traveller of natureI go on and on.
Behold the unseenFor your dreams exist.
And when this distanceOverwhelms usWill you build a life with me?And enable me to forge this world with you. Caption taken from my poem “Will you?”
Flaring with lifeYou made me smileYour ceaseless passionMade me beamIn success and in failureWe twinkled And now, while I lie motionlessSpeechlessly glimpsing youIn my last momentsYou continue to make me smile Caption taken from my poem “Your Smile -II”
The destination always matters.But the journey is equally important. Specially when you marvel at such hidden spots.Spotted at the trek towards the origins of Kempty Falls, Mussoorie.
Lighting up my worldYou smiledOn my burnt cookiesYou beamedIn sickness and in healthWe twinkled.