One morning, in Gwaldam...
Do you recall that single frame,
In the lofty mountains high?
When you were stunned, in insanity
So happy you had to cry
It’s in that moment, one turns wise,
The vagrant finds his peace,
For the mountains overwhelm even life,
(Or that it is on lease)
I had that spark one winter morn,
When life had beat the odds -
And I had chanced upon that dawn,
An assembly of the gods
Trishul thundered to the west,
As if, Rudra in penance,
While to the extreme eastern edge,
Chaukhamba peeked a glance
In between, other celestials
Hummed with the morning light,
Nanda Devi, above all -
Bedazzling in her white
The plumes of snow had started still
Their prayers to the skies -
Enchanted spells that broke the edge
Of earthly truth and lies
The wisdom of the peaks,
In the timeless magic of the hills,
What more the mortal seeks?
Every yogi wakes up thus,
To everyone his song,
But it always starts upon those hills,
To where we all belong
What of you? Do you recall,
That day you’d broken free?
Treasure it, for that is when
Starts true insanity...
1st November 2020
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