I have reached a far-off place
In my lonely dreams;
Here perhaps, my trance
Shows me reflections of myself;
Brooding, grey skies,
Border villages, deserted lone
Blanched lands
While I search for the mighty Kanchenjunga
Is it all there to me? I mourn
But the skies shimmer,
Floating confetti - A flurry of snow
The joy returns,
Suddenly, as in dreamscapes
There are ebullient tourists
From the tropical nowhere of Calcutta
To a snowstorm in the hills
An old passenger in my dreams smiles,
‘We have left Tiger’s Hill
To come this far,
Sometimes we have to look
Beyond the king that is Kanchenjunga,’
I look out at the showers of snow
Indeed -
Any peak will glisten in this cold abundance
I realise the distinct shape
Of a solitary peak,
Not reaching for the skies
Just standing, waiting
To be draped by gloomy clouds
Was it Pandim? Was it Rathong?
A solitary peak
Beautiful in its aloneness
I did know
It was not Kanchenjunga
Yet, it looked like a mighty king
Even without the crown;
The snows continued
The revellers rejoiced
The peak simply existed.
My quest had ended long ago…
27th October 2026
Cover image: Mt. Pandim

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