Journal of an Idiot - part 2

Saw a window...opened it...outside lies an amazing palette of colors...birch, chinar, cedar trees...colored in yellow, orange, greenish leaves...with strange warm wind caressing my face....smell of a flowers....looks like autumn.
Am I dreaming?

--dated 12/04/2010

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..
Its time…Its Christmas...
My Childhood hero…St. Nick is on his way...

Journal of an Idiot

Returning..just stepped into a dimly lit panorama...crimson red skies giving way to the sparkling bright night...mist has taken over the uphill walk...
I pause...wondering what did left behind...safely tucked into the loneliest corner of my heart...
Memories.

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.

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..

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.

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.