Sunday, January 16, 2011
On Christmas Eve
Twinkling yellow lights on my window...cold winds sweeping across the empty streets...nearby church ringing its bell…the faint sound is echoing through hollow spectra..
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Days of my longing
Do you remember the days of wine and roses, days of impossible longings, days trembling monsoon rains, days of sudden breeze across the northern shore, days of sparkling sunsets in Nainital, days of silent nights lit up by thousands of lamp’s during Dusshera, days of waiting for buses in remote highways, days of stormy evenings in Sikkim, days of long walks in steep mountain slopes, days when I longed to hold you in my arms and never let you go.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
A room with a view
Early dawn, from my window, hazy, misty, little sunny, cold, dampness all around, vast sky percolating through the Himalayan landscape.
I need some hot chai and touch of a loving hand..
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A day less oridinary
Early morning bird watching in Munsiyari, bathing in the glows of Nanda devi on a bright chilly day, having a hot chai near Baijnath, taking a walk towards Nainital in the evening when the birds return home, the shadowy sky with chimes from nearest temple mixes with smell of incense stick…
It feels like home.
It feels like home.
This is me for you
Just looking in your eyes, just getting lost in never-land, just walking down the crowded Brigade road, just getting drenched on my way back home, just to wake up each morning with you by my side, just listening to Mozart, just listening to the moonlit sonata and smiling senselessly.
This is me for you.
This is me for you.
Windy
Little droplets on my windows, merciless winds sweeping across the garden, black cloudy patch on western sky,slowly getting darker, winds speed peaks up.
I stay astonished at the nature's capriciousness.
I stay astonished at the nature's capriciousness.
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