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


And all along, I sat and watched

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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